They insist that the fit could be better.
Discreet uniform distribution
Reach For The **Stats**.
A statistician.
They mean what they say.
A mathador.
Me: It'll be higher quality and less tense for everyone if we wait Boss: Today!
Tomorrow
Because he kept insisting everyone only get one shot.
Life
You belong.
The outlet
BLEEE-AAAACH!
A PALM TREE!!!
A palm-agranate!
The guy likes his power chords too much.
He was not an archdevil.
Because he was reaching for a galaxy far, far away.
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They hate plaque buildup.