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About Glasgow

Once, he’s tradin teams, Edmonton to LA, fans LOST IT - cried like babies! Me too, sobbin, “Why, Wayne, why?!” Felt like a breakup, gut-punch! But then, LA games, he’s still killin it, and I’m cheerin, “Hell yea, Gretz!” Total drama, exaggerated maybe, but dude’s a soap opera on skates! Oh, and fun fact - he hated fightin, rare for hockey, pacifist-whore, hilarious!

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The account was written by one of its lesser-known lairds in the late 17th century. John Ouchterlony (or Ochterlony/Auchterlony/Auchterlonie) around

I finally get to the lab, and guess what? My colleague, Dave, is already there. He’s always early. Like, chill, mate! Anyway, we start the experiment, and everything’s going smoothly. I’m feeling like a genius, right? But then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. Just my luck! We’re in the dark, and I’m like, “Great, now I can’t even see my notes.”

Forfar opticians celebrate 15 years on the high street