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20 December 2004
A Titter From A Bitter Critter
At this rate,
sooner or later
you won't be able to use cell phones in bars, enclosed irradiated areas, or cell-phone-only members clubs in Ontario....
Give it fifty years. The moral majority will have done away with all us normal pariahs by then.
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