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4 comments:
That's really, really horrible.
You've reached a new low.
You've reached a new low.
1) Shouldn't the ashtray in this photo be made out of a demised marmoset? (Brrr.)
2) Whoever done did those bottles sure gots some spillanin' to do.
3) I bet Juror 48 with the nice rack did NOT make these bottles.
4) Maybe the guy who was gonna be on trial was the SAME one who abandoned the poor little monitor (and made these bottles).
5) Or something.
6) Field 'n Stream: For when Car 'n driver is the only other option.
7) A good singalong song for jury rooms is "I Shot The Sheriff." Also: "Folsom Prison Blues" is pretty fine, too.
8) To sum up:
9) Nothing for 9.
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