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⛳ 💗 👽 👳 🚘 📕 📀 🎍 🍧 🐠 📗 🎽 🚕 🎈 💛 🏀
Coach: What's up, Norm?
Norm: Corners of my mouth, Coach.
-- Cheers, Fortune and Men's Weights
Coach: What's shaking, Norm?
Norm: All four cheeks and a couple of chins, Coach.
-- Cheers, Snow Job
Coach: Beer, Normie?
Norm: Uh, Coach, I dunno, I had one this week. Eh, why not, I'm still young.
-- Cheers, Snow Job
Fortune finishes the great quotations, #17
"This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet."
Juliet, this bud's for you.
💎 🐛 🐝 📘 💚 👹 😺 🍖 🎍 🌏 ⚡ 🍆 🔋 🌸 👳 🍇