I pictured you sitting in your nice Amersfoort apartment writing checks to a dead Moldavian granny. And fell off my chair laughing. Fragony finally decides to do something for mankind: he draws his wallet. And fires a blank.
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Last edited by Adrian II; 09-01-2009 at 15:26.
The bloody trouble is we are only alive when we’re half dead trying to get a paragraph right. - Paul Scott
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