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Not really brought back (well sort of), but this Norwegian guy I met at a bar had just gotten the logo of his favorite football team tattooed on his forearm. He was nearly in tears when I pointed out that the name had been spelled incorrectly. Classic.
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I think I mentioned to Bob [Geldof] I could make love for eight hours. What I didn't say was that this included four hours of begging and then dinner and a movie. - Sting
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