When Baldacci is on fire, nobody can touch him!

Alot of ppl out there don't realize how tru this is.

Reminder:

The world will never bee the sammee@!!!"

"Up yours Luke Wilson!"

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Our alarm heightened with the storm. You: fearing for your life; me: taking it in stride. Through the wind you charted a different course in the sand. The hotel fell back and crushed your car.

my story drew you in, but our sex was furtive. next time, you lolled, you can have it all

So this thing is still running?

Damn, I thought I quit this thing like my steroid habit. Oh well, in honor of this shitting phoenix rising back to life, here's the greatest man I ever knew . . . besides myself:

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In a while I haven't seen you.

Yes. I know. You've been in Bangalore making tiny computer chips.

Enough small talk. How about I introduce you to my legal counsel.

Hello. I'm Janice's legal counsel. Do you have strife with the amendments she's proposed to the legal bill?

(There occurs an explosion outside the tiny cafe they were slowly enjoying their seltzer water at)

Forget legal. I love you Henry.

(Janice flings herself into Henry's arms. He carries her to the F-16 waiting outside VROOMING its engines).

That was Saturday. Only one of them survived the week.

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The fog horn woke us up. I had my glock close by and the shivers stopped for a moment. We were on fire. Fran was dancing in flame and her lower body was melting. I yelled, "cut your fucking losses and run".

basically, we had to jump into the freezing fucking ocean. i charitably threw Fran first and followed with perfect form.

exeunt