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Thursday, September 3, 2009

Spades

Dig, dig, dig.
Crunch.
Dig, Dig, Dig.
Crunch.
Sweat, wipe, wipe.
Dig, dig, dig.
Crunch.
Dig, dig, dig.
Crunch.
Tumble.

Posted by John D. at 9:14 AM  

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