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our house is a picnic basket. my bedroom is the potato salad.
FINALLY.
THE INTERNET IS BACK UP.
THANK YOU MR. CHARTER MAN WHO DOESN'T KNOW JACKSHIT ABOUT COMPUTERS.
OH, AND GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR FANTASY FOOTBALL TEAM. IM GLAD YOU CHECKED IT AT MY HOUSE BEFORE YOU DECIDED TO GET STARTED ON FIXING THE PROBLEM.
AND YOU REALLY GAVE IT TO THAT GUY WHEN YOU CALLED HIM AND BRAGGED ABOUT HOW YOU WERE WHIPPING HIS ASS IN YOUR LEAGUE.
WHILE YOU WERE SITTING HERE BESIDE ME.
NOT FIXING THE INTERNET.
YOU ROCK.
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