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Noodles: There’s a craisin for everything.

Some people live life on the edge.  They walk the line.  They waltz with death every day and look him right in the eye even when he steps on their toes.  They are truly aware of their humanity, and yet they rise above it and somehow, again and again, conquer mankind’s greatest dread.  
And then...there are people who get their thrills from dropping and regaining a craisin without dying in a head-on collision during their commute home from work.  Not gonna name anyone specific, but let’s just say, at least it wasn’t only a stupid peanut

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