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The Moxie Nerve Food Tonic
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Join Date: Mar 2001
Location: right behind you
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Feb 3rd, 2003, 02:13 PM
Touche, but as it happpens I met Rock Trousers. He was living in a 'bungalo' on the east side and all he had left were regrets, which he was selling on E-bay.
Three weeks later he was as dead as yesterdays funny pages and twice as stiff. Some say his last words were "Get... Protoclown". But some people will say nything. Won't they?
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