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In another thread this morning, Spazod said I he was blessed. In a way, that must be true, because his lovely wife must be the patron saint of hunchbacks.
The pain that poor woman must feel waking up in her own personal "groundhog day of hell" every single morning, could only be compared to waking up in a BME Pain Olympics contest, driving nails through your own testicles, and smashing your hang-down with a claw hammer into a bowl of broken glass and rubbing alcohol.
Bless her heart.
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