No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun -- for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax -- This won't hurt.
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Barring the discovery of landmines in downtown Aspen planted by a prankster Thompson prior to his self-induced death, it seems football season is indeed over.
So the time has come to thank Chatter publicly for all the HST updates.
I would have liked to have gone through this alone, but Obi-Ron wouldn't allow it.
And while I will never fully forgive him for that, I know he meant well.
Guts,
Jacob
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