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Well, yuh godda admit . . a liddle good-natured b-bustin' keepz'a blood flowin', most'a the dust off the brick-hard 30 year-old Tootsie Rollz'n thingz from gettin' stagnant in general.
(Unless, a'course, you feel otherwize Phil. 'Jus' ain't no way'in hell I'm goin' against anybody who lookz that much like Santa Claus. One jus' neva know . . . doo one?)
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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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