Foamy the Squirrel is my shepard, I shall not want. He lectureth me on Greenies of Climategate, he leadeth me to rib splitting lulz that maketh me fall from my chair:
Surely lulz and sarcasm shall follow me all the days of my life; and I will dwell in the house of Foamy forever.
My cup runneth over.
Mentok out.
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