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...started on Habbo by creating a customized character. You can be a slacker in a sweat suit or a nerd in a sweater vest. You can have green hair, a blue Mohawk or an oversize Afro. Next, explore public spaces like Palazzo Pizza, where you can grab a slice, or the Habbosphere Pool Deck, where you can go for a swim or jump off the diving board. Then check out the guest rooms created by users. You can gamble in the casino rooms or try to meet someone in the dating rooms. There are lots of gangs and groups, like...
...West Randolph's hip eateries, such as the Blue Point Oyster bar (an upscale diner that claims the city's freshest oysters), Sushi Wabi (if you like artful fish and don't mind tight spaces) or Marché (a latter-day French Surrealist bistro). Want quick takeout with local color? Grab an Italian beef sandwich at Mr. Beef's on Orleans. The hard core order it "wet," with the roll soaked in gravy...
From the Crimson 29-yard line, Maurer passed the ball out to Hurt in the left flat. Before the ball was within three feet of the intended receiver, however, Tracy had swooped in to dive, grab and roll to the ground with the pick...
...response, Sudanese President Omar al-Bashir called on local tribes to crush the rebellion. The most eager recruits came from small groups of Arab nomads who saw an opportunity to grab land and livestock under the banner of a state-sanctioned military operation. Locals dubbed the fighters Janjaweed, a name that loosely means "devils on horseback" and has long been used to describe the region's bandits. By August 2003 the Janjaweed had begun attacking not only the SLA fighters but also Darfurian civilians, who it said were aiding the insurgency. The conflict quickly descended into ethnic cleansing, say human...
...that hey, it’s rather breezy back there. Sure enough, I reach my hand around and I feel bare thigh. Apparently I pulled too much material to make the pleat in front, because I am mooning the good people of Thimphu. In a panic, I grab frantically for the edge of my kira—but what only this morning was a cloth with huge, unmanageable edges, is now miraculously devoid of any edge. I cling with sweaty fingers to a random hunk of cloth, trying to yank enough of it over to the right to cover...