Maybe something about them filing for bankruptcy.
And then I decided not to.
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Dr. Pepper's 16oz Drink Club Band
I don't get it.
If you had a giant pot covered in flowering roses, tulips, daisies, and peonies floating around the North Atlantic and endangering ships, would it be a bloomberg?
Lame.
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