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| 25 new of 158 responses total. |
thanne
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response 100 of 158:
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Apr 14 02:58 UTC 1995 |
Now that *is* a poser.
I thought 42 was the Ultimate Answer to Life, the Universe And Everything.
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srw
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response 101 of 158:
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Apr 14 07:36 UTC 1995 |
it is that. but real nonetheless.
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vsclyne
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response 102 of 158:
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Apr 14 12:48 UTC 1995 |
Thanne, do you really expect me to go all the way back to #42? Even for the
ultimate answer to life, the universe, and everything? You seriously
underestimate my laziness.
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humdog
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response 103 of 158:
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Apr 14 13:22 UTC 1995 |
rev billy please tell us about your mother...
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brighn
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response 104 of 158:
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Apr 14 16:15 UTC 1995 |
Marcus: Oooo eee ooo aaa aaa ting tang walla walla bing bang
humdog: Don't take me ther, you don't want to go there.
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thanne
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response 105 of 158:
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Apr 14 17:15 UTC 1995 |
Not posting #42, Shannon. Just... 42.
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vsclyne
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response 106 of 158:
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Apr 14 20:08 UTC 1995 |
Hey! That doesn't rhyme with "thanne."
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thanne
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response 107 of 158:
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Apr 14 22:19 UTC 1995 |
Hmm. You're right. Not even if you pronounce it with a French
accent, which usually does the trick.
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raven
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response 108 of 158:
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Feb 10 18:38 UTC 1998 |
And Marcus was abducted by Hamsters from Mars & there was great sorrow in
the accordion lands.
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font
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response 109 of 158:
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Feb 11 02:52 UTC 1998 |
The marcus acolytes looked apon the green sky with sad faces and awaited for
the great change to occur.
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orinoco
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response 110 of 158:
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Feb 11 04:34 UTC 1998 |
Unfortunately, the cashier had only a stack of bills left, so their hopes were
thwarted.
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font
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response 111 of 158:
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Feb 18 19:58 UTC 1998 |
But LO! Another cashier opens his/her register!
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snowth
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response 112 of 158:
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Mar 1 09:42 UTC 1998 |
But it is empty. All hope is lost.
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orinoco
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response 113 of 158:
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Mar 2 03:20 UTC 1998 |
Also my new box of crayons.
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snowth
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response 114 of 158:
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Mar 2 05:38 UTC 1998 |
Ah. Well, I don't know where my markers are, and that's *much* more important
than any box of crayons.
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orinoco
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response 115 of 158:
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Mar 4 03:17 UTC 1998 |
That's okay, I lost my marbles a long time ago.
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font
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response 116 of 158:
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Mar 9 05:20 UTC 1998 |
<font passes out markers, colored pencils, cray-pa's and other fun things.
Oh, here. <font hands orinoco a box of chalk>
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orinoco
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response 117 of 158:
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Mar 9 19:50 UTC 1998 |
My chalk's better'n your chalk!
And it's got a sharpie to keep it company.
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snowth
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response 118 of 158:
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Mar 10 05:35 UTC 1998 |
<sigh> Now, children, play nice. If you fight like that you won't get a cookie
after dinner.
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orinoco
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response 119 of 158:
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Mar 11 03:32 UTC 1998 |
You are not my mother, you are a snort!
(I mean, jeez, aren't there laws against that sort of thing)
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font
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response 120 of 158:
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Mar 15 01:54 UTC 1998 |
I wanna cookie! :-P
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orinoco
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response 121 of 158:
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Mar 15 03:23 UTC 1998 |
<rrrrrnt!> Wrong item! Next!
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font
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response 122 of 158:
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Mar 29 08:36 UTC 1998 |
Where is Marcus D Watts?
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teflon
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response 123 of 158:
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Mar 29 14:36 UTC 1998 |
"And so he came into this land,
his touch could heal, and the
swing of his mighty sword could
slay the mightiest enimies.
The great Marcus came,
he made the magical
land of accordians safe
again, he educated the masses,
and then he left.
He left as a man,
on foot. He accepted
no prancing stallion,
no gilded cariage,
and with no bevy of
pickled herring toungs.
He left on foot, because
he liked to walk...."
Sorry... What were we talking about?
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orinoco
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response 124 of 158:
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Mar 29 22:55 UTC 1998 |
Perhaps my epic incantation on KK's towel would be appropriate?
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