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I'll be aroun' . . . Millz Brotherz . . right Brett?
(N' a good standard fer the memberz'a the site when yuh think aboudd'itt.)
You alwayz take the sweetest rose,
n' crush it 'til the petalz fall.
N' who kin forget:
Light up yer liddle ol' butt'a brightness!
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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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