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The Pope=dunzo
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vatican\'s hoppin\' like big cypress right now..

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confirmed.  pope died

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epic
Not sure what is gonna transpire. Regardless, we ain\'t gonna forget the gravy.

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Quote from: Jim Cobb
freddie, it\'s alright you\'ll get to appogize to the pope when you see him in hell.

 :sigh: looks like you mightve just bought a ticket to meet em there too, bold statement friend. but im still.............





























































 :lol:
The crickets and the rust-beetles scuttled among the nettles of the sagethicket. "Vamanos amigos," he whispered, and threw the busted leather flintscraw over the loose weave of the saddlecock. And they rode on in the friscalating dusklight.  --Eli Cash

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dude, theres been a table in hell marked "reserved for jim cobb" for a LOOOOOONG time.  ****, i think they might even give me the air conditioned suite down there.
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hey jimmy,see ya there....
take the E to the A to the D...you\'ll be all set

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who won that bet anyways?
The crickets and the rust-beetles scuttled among the nettles of the sagethicket. "Vamanos amigos," he whispered, and threw the busted leather flintscraw over the loose weave of the saddlecock. And they rode on in the friscalating dusklight.  --Eli Cash