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Dewd, he is The Parfessor, unqualified expert of all things.
I would think that a souper jeanyus such as your own self would be aware of this.
GL came into the restaurant where I worked a few times, seemed to be a nice young man, good tipper, smaller than I thought he would be. They were running some Coors sponsored race. He was not competing, recovering from getting shot. His brother in law got him in the back with a shotgun, they were hunting pheasant out by Rancho Murieta as I recall.
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She was the kindest person I ever met
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