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February 22, 2007

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Hmmm porking, squealing, beer, private back room, lots of buff ss agents...

He's lost in the ozone agin!

What the hell is he doing? Twirly dance steps? Gene Kelly or Fred Astaire he ain't.

What the hell is he doing? Twirly dance steps?

Spirit fingers.

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