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fairycatcher-Jessica

Published: Oct 20, 2008

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Losing your wallet - $150
chipping a tooth - $100
finding out your pregnant.

Priceless.

For everything else, theres guns.

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darkbloodsoul

Mar 23, 2010

LOL good one

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