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Reprobate From The 101st
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While turning a wrench and sucking
down a stogie. That gentle plume of smoke I saw rising this morning with a most distinct odor was not the intoxicating aroma of my cigar but instead my whiskers/beard. ![]() Truly talent on loan from the God. |
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