*hastily throws out all crockery in house*
Tomsk, we're going to have to eat out of folded up newspapers from now on.
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Dr Phil Kitten,
Thu 29 Aug 2002, 13:01,
archived)
I can already smell it's spicy brains
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Monk3yspunkmop3d throws grenades,
Thu 29 Aug 2002, 13:13,
archived)