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Corona Extra Emote

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Corona Extra Emote

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Published: Sep 1, 2006

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i know nothing - repeat - nothing.. about corona.. so i dunno if corona extra is what was requested, but =droolz wanted to see this on the shelf. so here ya go

distinguished with a lime next to it... i have no idea why. lol

anyway.. enjoy.

20 mins in photoshop. this one proved quite difficult. [wow, watching way too much stargate right now.. lol thats a good thing]

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According to Simon and Garfunkle I'm the Queen of Corona

I think I need to fall in love with it...

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