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  I hate Thursdays. Odd day, I know. Mondays, sure. Wednesdays -- yeah hump day's hard on a lot of people. But most people are OK with Thursday. Thing is, I'm not most people.

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  2011-04-21 10:56:56

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  take on the cooking masters, the gourmands who could -- and did -- cook every known species. One day he could wield the Master's Knife. But today, he had to sling more hash.

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  2011-04-21 10:52:39

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  much of a cutting edge to them. But they did have something else, didn't they? Thinking quickly, she pulled out the half-drank diet too, added the mentos, shook, and prayed.

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  2011-04-21 10:38:35

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  I could've gotten a mint for that on eBay. Oh well, maybe I can just sell the head and some sucker would buy it. Kids these days, didn't know the true value of star wars merch.

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  2011-04-21 10:35:51

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  had access to all world knowledge in their pockets. A world where nothing was private anymore. A world where one man could take down a government, and he was just the man to do it.

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  2011-04-21 10:24:23

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  boarded a plane to Lisbon, Portugal instead of Lisbon, NY. All in all, thought, it wasn't the worst mistake in the world. The cheese was excellent, and Leroy loved his cheese.

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  2011-04-21 10:21:23

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  "Psh. C'mon!" she replied, a look of playful disdain on her face, "I mean what could possibly go wrong?"

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  2011-04-21 10:18:27