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The super-race of Arian menstrums, pick of the litter, cash crop, all to be created ironically in a bottle. Bottle and sell it was a some decade-joke now come to perdition. Call it Superseed that supercedes all second cumings. Who wants Holy Grail ? We have it here. Cum right-in. See for yourself. The marvel of the ages folks. This is Holy Grail - the Gnostess with the Ghostess. One-hundred percent guarantee or your honey back.

Of course they were not going to take the blame. That's the trick of the mission-ferry. Guilt-free ex. The Whatnot makes me do it. It's the battle against Whatnot. Onward Whatnot soldiers. AttentUp! She partook of the temptation of the serpent. "Whoa - easy there big fella" was the Roy Rodgers line, said to his trusty horse Trigger. Let's keep it in-horse here. "What me worry ?" "Get thee behind me Satin." He is a general of the old school. These days a lot of them don't get within three thousand miles of the front. Is he behind the lines ? Where's the front? General Saintin Arrears Behind, at Checkpoint Charley. Think the current phraseology is Leading From Behind. Not a Charley Checkpoint I would follow into battle, if I had a choice. Insurance fraud is the proper name for it. Or sometimes called in legallinguistics: sold-socialism. God is non-profit; insurance is not.

They blamed it on a serpent and a woman, called in fiction-writing parlance, a fall gals more than guys production. The autumn-harvest of sacrificial seewhyyouneedusnow - pin the tail on the donkey, today and everyday, called shadow-boxing mint-julip; with character names as befits the script: Slick Willie, Greezy Geezer, Geronimo, bin Laiden, and today not even a real person, just Gitmo for less.

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