Riced Out Yugo
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November 9
As the dust slowly cleared, we nervously picked our way towards the epicenter of the disturbance.

Steeping around a sparking cable and leaning over a broken wall, my worst fears were confirmed.

It was John Paul, all right. His floppy jowels would the flopping no more.

Somewhere in the distance, a 303 farted.
Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2004-08-06 01:14:47
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