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When ya got nothin' else . . you can at least be reassured by the fact that you got lots'a company. Lots'a company. N' all of it good.
Aaaay! You wouldn't be doin' it if it wasn't somethin' that you actually enjoyed (okay, so . . maybe some parts less than others), right?
So, here's to you n' your Impulse ISU: if it weren't fer wrenchpeople n' dogs there wouldn't be hardly nobody I could trust.
Be well.
Java
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In life-long pursuit of that most mythic of beasts: the ever-elusive perfect corner. Well . . . that, r' at least a whole lodda clear spin-out room.
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