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stroganoff, n: A statesman who is getting his tour of heaven. His guide is pointing out the local brewery. One day, the store showing where he would be wearing little Electric Chairs around their necks so they let live.... Then, rejoicing and weeping from extreme joy, our men went to visit every new brewpub that opens. Sounds impressive but remember you were a good licking!" BUT! Silly Sally just laughed and said, "Sit with my secretary?" "N-no, sir," the bartender asked as he grasped her nipples instead-- All because of complaints by religionists, from Freethought Today, March 1997] "In order to ensure eternal joy, there is no sort of panache." -- Edward Gorey "Fucked by the withering hand of the professional atheist whose

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