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🧡 Cool Guy 🧡
⚡⚡ Let’s be friends for future games ⚡⚡
🌟🌟 Have a wonderful year🌟🌟
💫💫 Stay safe & take care💫💫
🔥🔥🔥+REP The profile is fire 🔥🔥🔥
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And you can't get any Watney's Red Barrel,
because the bars close every time you're thirsty...
[Norm tries to prove that he is not Anton Kreitzer.]
Norm: Afternoon, everybody!
All: Anton!
-- Cheers, The Two Faces of Norm
Woody: What's going on, Mr. Peterson?
Norm: A flashing sign in my gut that says, ``Insert beer here.''
-- Cheers, Call Me, Irresponsible
Sam: What can I get you, Norm?
Norm: [scratching his beard] Got any flea powder? Ah, just kidding.
Gimme a beer; I think I'll just drown the little suckers.
-- Cheers, Two Girls for Every Boyd
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