Still, if you told anyone outside of B3ta thisThey wouldn't believe you
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Fri 6 Apr 2007, 23:51,
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Right...when I were a lad my dad use to used to cut off my feet every morning so that my mum could boil them up with a couple of handfuls of filthy gravel to feed my fifteen brothers and seventeen sisters. They'd make me stand in Mt.Etna to cauterize the wounds before I went to school and if I was late the teacher would murder me in cold blood after I'd written out the entire contents of Encyclopaedia Britannica, from memory, onto the blackboard.
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Puromycin is still licking windows,
Sat 7 Apr 2007, 0:53,
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