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A man on a roof top about forty yards waves at you desperately
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# ? Sep 13, 2016 21:25 |
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# ? May 2, 2024 18:29 |
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Sorry meant forty acres
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# ? Sep 13, 2016 21:25 |
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a shifty businessman with a waistcoat and a pencil-thin mustache pushes down on a plunger and hidden explosives detonate all over town. in an instant a fiery conflagration has consumed every wooden structure in sight. the business walks slowly across the dusty main street, now covered in rubble, and rocks a smoke-blackened lamp bulb under the toe of his patent leather shoe. "this territory ain't big enough for *two* lamp salesman", he says, loud enough to ensure any survivors will hear and spread the word. he bears down on the bulb with slowly increasing pressure until it shatters with a crack into a dozen useless shards of glass.
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# ? Sep 13, 2016 21:45 |
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i take another hit of weed
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# ? Sep 13, 2016 21:46 |
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How are my Lamps lookin?
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# ? Sep 13, 2016 22:24 |
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# ? May 2, 2024 18:29 |
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Smash it Smash hit posted:How are my Lamps lookin? <chuckles and shakes head> what lamps?
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# ? Sep 13, 2016 22:26 |