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Sunday, March 15, 2009
From the Vault
It's not that old, but it's a classic moment in Bevstory. Remember the time I was chased by The Terminator?
Ya know, once you get to know him, he's really not all that scary. He's kind of a dork, really.
Happy Sunday!
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