I don’t feel old. I don’t feel anything until noon. Then it’s time for my nap.
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{ 2006 12 03 }
 | Drunken PumpkinAmusing Ourselves | It’s just a job. Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I beat people up. ~ Muhammed Ali |
| Drunken PumpkinAmusing Ourselves | It’s just a job. Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I beat people up. ~ Muhammed Ali |
{ 2006 12 03 }
I don’t feel old. I don’t feel anything until noon. Then it’s time for my nap.
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