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Thinking about Gabbard in general, my animal instinct is to flatten my ears against my head, roll my eyes up till the whites show, bare my teeth, and trill like a cicada stuck in a Commodore 64.

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Started by Duchess of Doom, June 07, 2005, 11:26:19 PM

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Irreverend Hugh, KSC

I smacked the yuppie bastard with the barstool.

I left the bar.

End of story.
"Time for the tin-foil hats, girls and boys!"