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Saturday, May 20, 2006
The Measure Of A Man Is In His Spit
After a five hour Saturday night shift, the last thing one wants to do is clean up the chewing tobacco spit cups of the varsity baseball team. Or scrape their napkin spit balls which are pasted to the table and surrounding walls.
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katz
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oooh, muffin! that's terrible!
May 21, 2006 7:51 PM
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oooh, muffin! that's terrible!
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