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Friday, May 05, 2006
Which Extremity of the World Are You?
I was hoping to be really deep, like the Marianas Trench. Or really high like the Himalayas. But a frigging desert? C'mon.
Which Extremity of the World Are You?
From the towering colossi at Rum and Monkey.
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C. Dale
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At least you are Hot!
May 05, 2006 7:49 AM
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