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Nov 10, 2003 09:28

This guy's a radio operator with a fancy for doubles match play. A guy named William asks if he can stand by the wall but he really just wants to know if he can use his clock to get into the effort dimension of Spencer’s basement. The tournament started and John Quincy Adams enters with a steaming potion of fortune telling fact serum.

Presidents always do best at games, the fact is they're made of pure fact. As a matter of fact a guy named Peter, being the devoted cop that he is, frequently called in quotes to dispatch. Disputes came and went. The battalion arrived on the scene and put everyone into game mode, they went and checked for deposits of iron ore on the coast line. Line three was held by caller number three, everybone helped Spencer with car appreciation day, a single 3 hour interval filled with purpose and fountain dancing sytle developers. Day one began like the rest but it was the second that really put things into perspective. Perspectively speaking was William's approach. After detecting the insane picture ghost of Mark Phillipousis, it was realized that the north start is always the right direction and so they went. But, when they got where they went it had an insane twist, it turned out Mark Phillipousis wasn't the tennis star that he played on an episode of Cheers, he was actually the prince of acrobatics and trapeze so he deployed his ferocious cat analogy and everything crumbled forever.

Phillipousis motioned for the guards to let the lawyers write their deposition, everyone started to depend on an unlikely bonus round. According to the factorial theorem everyone did 10 times as much work as a factual snake oil vender, they vanished forever. Or did they.
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