I could dock at this space station.

Let God worry about the turtles, child.

And that’s how the cookie crumbles…

Slav’s for the environment.

Distant cousins, probably.

Choose you words carefully, Martian.

A long night ends.

Taiwanese Spec Ops.

OK but I can play Wonderwall…

Happy B-day, Steve

Skull of Mary Magdalene, allegedly.

Let your food decay, day 28.

Now that’s what I call psychological warfare $250.

Brutal, BBC.

Tape handling is a spectrum.

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