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Originally Posted by Crompsin
I call bullsh*t! (Throws out red flag)
See, I've GOT the ultra-chic superficial ravioli abs and tennis balls in my arms and get no play.
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It must be my taste in music.
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Okay, its my face. (hangs head, cries)
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Bwahahaha!
Hoookay, I'll be point and force myself to comfort the muscle-bound Crompsin with bad taste in music--but you gotta turn the light off! 
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At night, the ice weasels come." -
Matt Groening
My goal? To fulfill my potential.
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