There’s no treading on my feet. There’s no kneading of bread. There’s no burning my hand on a George Foreman grill. There’s no loss of balance at higher altitude. Not with with me mate. Not with me.
I got flip flops where my hands should be friend. I got chianti from a Polish decanter. I got saucepan lids, bits of fluff and I have failed to be a key player in a number of people’s dreams. I get to be a keyboard player in my own bontempi story, ineptly hitting b flats at inappropriate moments in the school play. A triangle player of doom and no mistake guvnor.
Groover, you stream-of-consciousness nutjob, you will appreciate this, others of your kind, insulting each other: http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=tp4wEewrQdU
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Cost of Microsoft Exchange Server
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