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tennis star of the 70s
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Now, for comparison's sake you've got your chicken of the sea and you've got your old time religion. But right now, i ain't really here to say nothin' 'bout neither.
I'm just going to percolate violently down these rocks and see if i can dance the mazurka into that coffee cup down on the shoals over there (you know the one, that three handed mug with the Team Hampi logo on it - who knew?)
They asked me up in the grand Hotel_d'_Parsnip if i did windows and i laughed and answered with an emphatic "Boort!" which drew a lot of knowing chuckles and a couple of chainsaws hucked my way - the grand conspiracy was that they expected all of this and had their retort ready and chilling in the permafrost_goat_cozy for me to come along.
well who expected i would be the monkey_on_the_hotplate when these ham_salad_prophecies started rolling?
i tell you, it's just grat
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