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Originally posted by Ilander:
Yup, this place is, in the great words of Weird Al Yankovic, a place where "the sun is always shining, and the air smells like warm root beer, and the shriners and the lepers play their ukeleles all day long and anyone on the street would glady shave your back for a nickel, waka waka do do yeah"
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I would ask you to shave my back if I trusted any of you with sharp objects [img]tongue.gif[/img]