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| Thanks, Chris. Edgie-ledgie-wedge-bardge fell six notches at four...four four four. There were no dollars or sevens today. Silica Fistfruit interacted dangerously with BouncingHa-ha's... | |
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| as traded ceased over 4 continents today. Let's take a quick look at the finance arse: The cheeks were seperated a fair bit as stocks were recovering from yesterday's dumpy susan but the | |
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| cheek-cheek discrepancy was roughly equivalent to that of a slim untrained panatella cigar. A brief gander at the currency kidney shows the falling price of naan bread responsible for shankygoolas | |
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