And then out of the metaphoric blue, this story landed, figuratively speaking in my lap(top). And where, exactly, in the airplane do you suppose all of this cocaine was found?
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| Proving the nose knows no bounds. |
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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| Proving the nose knows no bounds. |
Your choice: maru mori (“the heartbreaking simplicity of ordinary things”); apolytus (“the moment you realize you are changing as a pers...
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