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. . . leaving you feeling as dense and achingly extruded as a wet compacted swirl of excavated Chicago clay . . .
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. . . what better way to start the week than with a giant cat clock billboard hawking wine?
That's something to stand for, at least until the emptied bottle makes it difficult.
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