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Here in the Southwest, they're aren't many Plymouths. In fact none that comes to mind at all. The neighbors have a plymouth. Does that count?
Back in the last ice age. It was on the Oregon beach near Coos Bay.
Side stroke.
Haagen Das coffee.
The external part doesn't bother me, its the internal part that gives me problems. Like, "YOU! settle down in there. I don't care if the other multiples are teasing you or not. All of you just shut the fuck up. NOW!" Ah where were we just now?
The flying spaghetti monster should be treated with the same respect as any other sentient being. After that he should be eaten.
A fancied up lamp with a katchina surrounded in glass. Heap smartum Zuni saw dumbass white girl coming on that one.
Regifted? Like getting a gift you hate and passing it along to some other poor sucker? No, but I've been known to sell such dubious gifts at yard sales.
6 - it is the number of sacred directions - above, below, east, west, south, and north.
Uhmmm, do I get a price for taking this at 5 in the morning?
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