Three and a half hours sleep...halfway into a ten hour drive...I must become caffeine...

Three and a half hours sleep...halfway into a ten hour drive...I must become caffeine...

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  1. Gwendolyn HarperAugust 16, 2017 at 8:21 AM

    It is by caffeine alone that I set my mind in motion, it is by the juice of Valdez that thoughts acquire speed, the teeth acquire stain, the stains become a warning.....

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  2. Brian WilleAugust 16, 2017 at 8:43 AM

    https://plus.google.com/photos/...

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  3. Stephen HolowczykAugust 16, 2017 at 8:48 AM

    My league manager is going to GenCon Bowl. I'm jealous.

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  4. Gwendolyn HarperAugust 16, 2017 at 8:58 AM

    Anthony Fournier My hazy and very very very blurry recollections of the 90s support your zoomitudinous claims.

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  5. Casey G.August 16, 2017 at 1:41 PM

    Yes, but it might be the humidity.

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