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from: Mugtoe
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it ain't funny when yer teeth crack from inhalin and the trees burst at night. but then, I swore I'd never bitch about the cold if God would let me get outta Texas in the summer just once. He did and I ain't. But that ain't giggin yer hearin; it's my fuckin teeth chatterin. It is pretty balmy right now, however, seein as we're in double digits here for the moment. Give it a coupla days and it'll be down below zero and a nice stiff breeze. Then it'll be what I'd call COLD.
ANTI POPEYE X FAN CLUB
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