Ne'er accept milk from friends or strangers, for 'tis grave truth that drugged it will often be, in order to get you 'pon a flying machine. - BA Baracus
Nay, tis not some unearthly caterpillar 'pon my head. My barber is a stylist, with an artistic bent, merely.
- BA Baracus
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