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Sunday, June 24, 2012
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About Me
- lumberjack
- [in a cabin in the mountains, Jim wakes up and bangs his head on the table he was sleeping under] Alex Rieger: Jim, are you alright? "Reverend" Jim Ignatowski: Yeah...uh ... who are you? Alex Rieger: I'm Alex. We're friends, we work together. "Reverend" Jim Ignatowski: What? are we, lumberjacks? Alex Rieger: No, we're cabdrivers. "Reverend" Jim Ignatowski: I bet we don't do much business up here!
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