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God Emperor of Brigadoon
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Join Date: May 2004
Location: Washington
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Oct 27th, 2010, 07:34 PM
Whirling winds of 120 mph tore out all of the mailboxes on my route. An inverted drill custom built by that mad bitch mother nature sang in the distance. I could see them, spinning in that cyclone like black hammers flailing ludicrously to fulfill postal services obviously out of order. "Through rain or sleet," I said, jaws clenched.
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