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From Farm to Pasture: A Moomoir in Progress
Monday, August 15, 2011
The woes of not being fist pounded
I'd fist pound him instantly. It's become an instinct at this point, if someone stretches out their fists, knuckles forward, after saying something rather witty or clever, I cannot help but return the gesture.
How I Met Your Mother
Neil Patrick Harris
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