Pinkberry is made out of crack cocaine.
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I don't knit. Not that I have anything against knitters, people who know knitters or hope one day to be a knitter themselves. Some of my best friends are knitters. Shit, even my own mom. She knits. All I'm saying is that I, myself, do not knit. Therefore, this is not a knitting blog, a blog about knitting or one that will ever use the words 'knit,' 'knitted' or 'knits'. Present text excluded.
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