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Last Activity: 25-Jul-2004 11:37 AM
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- "My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we’d make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Wilma ritualistically shaved my s. There really is nothing like a shorn ...it’s breathtaking. I suggest you try it." -Dr. Evil
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- "My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we’d make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Wilma ritualistically shaved my s. There really is nothing like a shorn ...it’s breathtaking. I suggest you try it." -Dr. Evil



