August 8, 2011
Flanagan and Slater were wandering directionless in a desert, dying of thirst. Suddenly, Flanagan saw a stand of beauteous green palm trees shimmering and beckoning in the middle distance.
Grabbing Slater by the arm, he croaked: "My Sainted Aunt! Is that a mirage, or am I seeing things?"
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