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Originally Posted by hankster
Heck we are counting down the hours FOR you
Im already at the airport with your limo:
We're fighting over who gets to drive you home:
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I'm not going to join the fight to drive you home. I'm just going to hop in the backseat and crack the most annoying yo mama jokes I can come up with all the way home 
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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