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Riddle:
We are little brethren twain,
Arbiters of loss or gain;
Many to our counters run,
Some are made, and some undone:
But men find it to their cost,
Few are made, but numbers lost:
Though we play them tricks forever,
Yet they always hope to win our favor.
What are we?
Good luck...
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<Tru2chevy> a little over 16 pedobytes of RAM
<Masonite> ...pedo?
<Masonite> you mean peta?
<Tru2chevy> ya
<Tru2chevy> my friend had just sent me a pedobear pic
Last edited by Masonite; 04-12-2009 at 09:18 PM.
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