12-18-2007, 01:02 AM
It was just a matter of time. Lots of wonderful lanceros in the last month. Oliva, San Cristobal, an the Merry Fn Christmas Pepin whammy box. I'm speachless, and tapped out.
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We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.
We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.