you can't leave us dangling like this
tell us more about Fred Biro. Does he have a wife? Does he like cheese?
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Thu 3 May 2012, 19:54,
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HE DOES HAVE A WIFE!
he bought the HTC phone case for her.
I still want to know about the cheese though. I can't see any evidence of any dairy-based reviews.
HE DOES HAVE A FRED BERO BOWLER HAT THOUGH! WTF IS GOING ON HERE?
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Thu 3 May 2012, 20:11,
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I still want to know about the cheese though. I can't see any evidence of any dairy-based reviews.
HE DOES HAVE A FRED BERO BOWLER HAT THOUGH! WTF IS GOING ON HERE?
His review of The Woman who Went to Bed for a Year is fantastic
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Thu 3 May 2012, 20:34,
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Also, he signs one of his reviews "John"
WHAT ARE YOU PLAYING AT FRED (IF THAT IS INDEED YOUR REAL NAME)?
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Thu 3 May 2012, 20:36,
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Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
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Thu 3 May 2012, 19:55,
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Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Poe Lols
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
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Thu 3 May 2012, 19:57,
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On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
etc etc
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
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Thu 3 May 2012, 20:00,
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Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
This is the only poem I have committed to memory
...Not very helpful in romantic situations..... trufax
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Thu 3 May 2012, 20:02,
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