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Does this not bode poorly for us? I remembered the bad days. The days of heartbreaking losses and nothing to comfort us, but the faces of those wonderful, wonderful cheerleaders, who looked like they got hit in the face with a frying pan.
I guess this could be a case of selective memory, but I remember having good looking cheerleaders every championship we won. It’s kind of like we got to go **** the head cheerleaders.
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