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Curitiba, Parana, Brazil
The few, the proud, the dead on the beach.
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I hate babies. They're so human.
-- H.H. Munro
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I live the way I type; fast, with a lot of mistakes.
🙂
"Did any of them kids have some space alien with a face like a friendly
turd in a bike basket?"
-- (Terry Pratchett & Neil Gaiman, Good Omens)
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Marge: Maybe it'll turn out that he was innocent all along.
Homer: Earth to Marge. Earth to Marge. I was there ... the clown's
G-I-L-L-T-Y.
Krusty Gets Busted
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Hat check girl:
"Goodness! What lovely diamonds!"
Mae West:
"Goodness had nothin' to do with it, dearie."
-- "Night After Night", 1932
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* Overfiend ponders doing an NMU of asclock, in which he simply changes
the extended description to "If you bend over and put your head between
your legs, you can read the time off your assclock."
<doogie> Overfiend: go to bed.
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