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N' there were those doubterz ready'da claim the last gasp'a good ol' S2ook'z thread. Pish-tosh!
Fair'n lovely ladiez, dapper'n nattily attired gentz, may I present fer yer sophisticated amusement our very own beeb.
Writer'a the rhyme, defuzzer'a the peach'n generally all-aroun' good feller.
Nicely done beeb. Nicely done.
Tropicz. Kind'a like latitudez whut got attitudez.
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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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