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Originally Posted by Dave Lane
No shit. Theres a song that describes this thread.
You got to know when to hold 'em, Know when to fold them.
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
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dag nabbit. now I have that damn song in my head.
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My dear girl, there are some things that just aren’t done. Such as, drinking Dom Perignon ’53 above the temperature of 38 degrees Fahrenheit. That’s just as bad as listening to the Beatles without earmuffs.
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