promoted 1 year 1 month ago, posted 1 year 1 month ago
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The end of TAN may be nigh, on its last leg, singing its last song, teetering on the brink of destruction, in a staring contest with Sauron, turning belly-up, running on fumes, well-nigh pushing up daisies, soon to be pining for the fjords.
No, thank you!
See you, space cowboy. It's time to part ways.
Ach du liebe! Ze boob factor iz belov ze legal limit!
Elementary, my dear Watson: you simply put it in your mouth, and suck.