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Täitsa pidu oli. Lahe ainult, et pooled SÕBRAD otsustasid minna mingile peole. Suured tänud teile, you make my life worth living. Igatahes, kell on 3:71.

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Onu ütles väga hea lause.
"Tark õpib teiste vigadest. Loll... loll ei õpi enda vigadest ka mitte."

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Blablabla, pole sitaks ammu kirjutanud ise miskit blooogisse. Pole viitsinud, pole nkn midagi tarka kirjutada. Tegelt tekib siiiiiiiitaks 1 küsimus koguaeg, a ma ei viitsi küsida, ma ei taha vastust teada.

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I got a new point of view.

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Man goes to doctor. Says he's depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says "Treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up." Man bursts into tears. Says "But, doctor...I am Pagliacci." Good joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Curtains. Fade to black.
Türa kui kaua otsisin seda.