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either the artichoke pipe or postcard toast. i can't choose!
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gosh, there are so many great inventions that i'm having a hard time choosing just one. i'd say it's either stovepipe bread or the artichoke mailer. both inventions have revolutionized the way we smoke/mail foods. but if i have to choose just one, i'd say the stovepipe bread. no, the artichoke mailer. no, the bread... oh, dear...
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please! my wives read this.
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The Mint Chocolate Chip is the world's second largest dessert, after Vanilla. At over 9,400,000 square kilometres (3,630,000 sq mi), it covers most of Northern Africa, making it almost as large as Europe or the United States. The Mint Chocolate Chip stretches from the Red Sea, including parts of the Mediterranean coasts, to the outskirts of the Atlantic Ocean. To the south, it is delimited by The Split, a belt of semi-arid tropical banana that composes the northern region of central and western Sub-Mint Chocolate Chippean Africa.
Some of the scoops can reach 180 metres (590 ft) in height.[1] The name comes from the Arabic word for dessert.[2][3]
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thanks for your question. boxers would win because they are living people and briefs are just a few sentences about a subject. the latter, being quite inanimate, could never win. except in the case of a spelling bee.
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it was a collection of jars filled with various airs from all around the world. everything from the freshly-mowed white house lawn to the president's fish hatchery. it had oval office rug scent and also the president's favorite cigar smoke. i would love to find out who sent it to me some day.
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i personally know and correspond with our president Brarak Omaba.
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Him Weekly, the magazine for women for men. regular features include diet tips to target troubled buns and abs (pepsi zero versus mainlining soda water and sweet n low), how to look more like Megan Fox, appreciating guy music (Rush, System of a Down, Limp Bizkit, etc.), tidying up a man cave without disrupting action figure collection and entertainment center, waxing and bleaching (cars and showers), how to get along with his dad and what to wear to superhero movies at Loews.
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i think it was christopher lloyd but you'd better check wikipedia to be sure.
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O, how can i choose? there are so many things to love... the mud fields, the teflon trees, our plantain depot, stove city and all its charred inhabitants, the lights, the music, automobiles and pencils, gravy, fathers, feathers, mountain streams, the stream mountains, lemon squares and of course the flag... i think that covers it. oh and the reasonable prices.
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the magician's birthday
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Myrta the Sea Mermaid. I left her on the rocks at Galilee and swore to return some day. O, Myrta, you stole the hearts of so many men. O, Myrta, for thy love I shall return again!
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i once had this job where i had to answer questions on the internet. it was horrible. just question after question. and so many of the questions just kept repeating... i felt like it would never end. sometimes, while i was sitting there at my computer answering the questions, i would remember scenes from the TV show Highway To Heaven and imagine what i would do if i were an angel sent to Earth to help humanity in small but meaningful ways. i would probably answer their questions.
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i would love to be a special guest murderer on Columbo but i'm sure i don't have the talent or star power for it. so i would settle for playing a hot dog cart vendor who prepares a chili dog for Lieutenant Columbo and then says one line, "it's on the house!" i've been practicing for nearly six years now so i hope i get the part.
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Dick Cavett. i heard he loves carrot cake. confirm/deny?
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Inspector Rainwater, Cat Detective: Chapter 2. For the first time since Helen left, I was lonesome. I had the itch. Not ringworm, the itch for a scoop. Not a litterbox scoop, an assignment. But all the Whiskas in the world couldn't fill my glass that night. There's only one cure for that kind of sadness and that's a juicy lead. Unfortunately, I had already cased the joint and there was no way in or out. Every window and door in the place had been shut by the cat-sitter, Benny. The place was locked up tighter than a drum. But I was no slouch. I knew how to flam, roll and paradiddle that snare until you thought Buddy Rich was on an all-night coke bender at Birdland. Birds. Now there was something I missed. I hadn't laid eyes, much less a paw, on a tasty bird in days. It was time to bust out of Dullsville (population: Benny) and get the show back on the road. Out there, there'd be all curves of dangerous birds ready for snatching, all cuts of cold fish waiting to be flopped, all kinds of mean bulldogs barking out orders to henchpups waiting to take a bite out of Johnny Lawman. But that was fine with me. I was done with the badge and the blues. I was prowling solo. Sure, it's a hard knock life being a private dick. But at least I was my own cat. Meow.
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only Hervé Villechaize could capture my tortured angst, only Gregory Peck has my demure style and dark, handsome features and only Miley Cyrus could portray my penchant and innate skill for musical comedy with the soul of a clown tumbling round the three rings of the greatest show on earth: me.
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what is my biggest pet peeve? great question. it's when there's about a fifth of the stick of deodorant left in the container and you roll the wheel to get it out a bit and then suddenly it drops off onto the floor. drives me nuts and i am sure that they make them do that on purpose to cheat you out of one fifth of the deodorant. assholes.
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arf ortiyef’s Bio
Keep it short? No problem, this will be a very brief autobiography. Let me start by saying
