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... so help me God.
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I promise to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth...
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Lionel Blair can be fatal.
[noballey] You're noballey till someballey loves you.
I am a mole and I live in hole. Failing that I enjoy wombling, although the city ordinances require the payment of an annual fee which means that I cannot womble for free.
I am a great fan of truncheons in salad, especially if lightly sauteed in sesame oil with a little oregano.
"'Ol' Dismal', that be 'is name. 'Twould do ye well to mind that as you wallow around in self-pity afore t' magistrate as 'e sentences ye," said Father Johnson to his flock, but the sheep never answered.
"BAAAA-men."
BAAAA-men: Not high in number nor do they enjoy kumquats. They are a curious folk with out right-side* tendons and inhabit the planes of Ikea. (N.B: *in obedience to biological discrepencies; those on the left)
All the letters on my keyboard are mixed up. If this is readable at all it is by pure good fortune.
[Dazed5] You are an infinite number of monkeys and I claim my five rupees.
I work with an infinite number of monkeys. They have yet to create a simple declarative sentence.
News Flash! The monkeys who have been sealed up in a room with a typewriter for three weeks just passed a note under the door. Finally a simple declarative sentence! "We smell."
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