RoyalOrleans

If you can't respond to a flaming assault as a typical member in a post that you started, then you shouldn't go around posting topics for public review. I haven't heard an English-boy say anything that stupid since John Lennon's time.

What is the point of a member being a moderator of their own little forum? There ain't one. Sure I'll post a couple of my recipes in that one forum or spout some irritating douchebaggery in the Piss forum, but I can't see anything cool about it. Not when the MODER-MEMBER can be overridden by a true MOD or ADMIN. The topics in the Community BS might as well be in the Off Topic section.

Now... why would somebody leap from a perfectly good fjall?

This looks nothing like Duluth, GA.

Speckling in the freezing cold must hurt the receiver. Hope them rubbers are made of Kevlar.

Man... Looks like the heap I left in the Wendy's bathroom yesterday.

I'm a hillbilly, is that good enough? Instead of blowing them sonsabitches up, I say we set them in chains, teach them some old hymnals, and put them all to work in the oil fields. And not THEIR oil fields... OUR oil fields! - - - - - - - - - - - I personally like "Peace in the Valley".

There is nothing WEAK about our fighting men and women, wez. I have the scars to prove that I ain't weak, but a lot of them ain't so lucky to walk away. Some are limbless, some are riddled with shrapnel in their tails, and a lot more are paralized. Then there are those who got to go home... in a bodybag. So don't you go around calling the military weak! The security of your little chair, behind your little desk, behind your little computer screen was given to you at the cost of blood and sacrifice. So don't you go around calling them weak! You are the weak. They are dying for you, fool, for all of us. When I go to meet my fathers and brothers and sisters in the hereafter, I will not be ashamed.

What kills me, how some of the blacks I know and some blacks I don't know blindly support this man. If appeasing our enemies is what he wants to do, this action will singlehandedly bring us down to the level of Spain and France. Ol Garland down at the shop is the ONLY black man that I know who refers to Obama as a "snake in the grass". And then he goes on to say, "When you're black... you don't want to be the FIRST ANYTHING. Muddafukkas who do... GET SHOT!"

He looks like a poster-child for birth control. Celebrity Boxing? Put him in the ring fighting Danny Bonaduce.

Someone needs to tell him that he's an adult now, he can stop dressing like Peter Pan.

So ... how did you like the total on that gas pump after you finished. If you're even the slightest bit irritated I have a something for you to watch. The first is a YouTube video titled "Three Ways to Lower Gas Prices." Over the weekend this video went viral. Give it a look. [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UOpcPfAarjY]YouTube - 3 Ways to Lower Gas Prices[/ame]

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Did you get my email? How to make Pearl Jam?

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Two hobos were walking down the railroad tracks. One hobo said to the other hobo, "I gotta tell ya! Just last night I was walkin' down this same length of tracks and I found a bagful of groceries that someone must've dropped! It had all kinds of good food in it! I must be the luckiest man on Earth!" "That's a great story, but I've got to tell you: I'm the luckiest man on Earth!" hobo #2 repled. "Oh yeah... how can you be the luckiest man on Earth?" asked hobo #1 "Well, it was about two weeks ago and I was walking down this same length of track. When lo and behold, I found a beautiful and naked woman tied to the tracks!" hobo #2 retorted. "What did you do?" hobo #1 asked. "Well, sir. I untied her and dragged her out to them trees just over the bluff. Then I fukked the sh!t out of her." hobo #2 answered. "Wow!" said hobo #1 "Did you get a blow job?" "Well... no." answered hobo #2, "I couldn't find her head."

Awww... dammit! You brought the wrong recipe.

Oh god! I love grilled tuna steaks! Speaking of tuna, I love salmon just as much! I need to post a few more recipes. My mom has a great marinade recipe for grilled tuna or salmon.

An old pollack bursts into a saloon with both hands full of horsesh!t. He calls out to the bartender, "Hey! Look what I almost stepped in!!!"

Post your most horrible, perverse, disgusting, weird, and shocking jokes here. I'll get the ball rolling... Two flies were sitting on a turd. One fly leans forward, raises his back legs, and blasts a loud, ripping, nauseating fart. The other fly replies, "Hey! I'm trying to eat over here!".

Well... I like to think they were praying to be flexible.

Yeah... it's not bad at all. A few years ago, I pulled the recipe from the Food Network's website. As I was looking for different things to do with tuna, salmon, etc. It's suprisingly refreshing!

This is crying shame. I will sorely miss him.

RV Faith No More Backside melts into a sofa My world, my TV, and my food Besides listening to my belly gurgle Ain't much else to do Yeah, I sweat a lot Pants fall down every time I bend over And my feet itch Yeah-I married a scarecrow I hate you Talking to myself Everibody's starin' at me I'm only bleedin' Someone taps me on the shoulder every 5 minutes Nobody speaks English anymore Would anybody tell me I was gettin' stupider? I hate you Talking to myself You don't feel it after awhile You take the beating I'm a swingin' guy Throw a belt over the shower curtain rod And swing - - - Toss me inside a Hefty And put me in the ground A drink needs me I don't I ain't about to guzzle no tears so kiss my ass newscasters, coakroaches, and desserts I hate you Talkin' to myself Everibody's starin' at me I'm only bleedin' Where are the kids? maybepregnantorondrugs oronwelfareontopoftheworld donthehonorrolonparoleontheDodgers onthebackofmilkcartonsonstakes inthemiddleofcornfields oncoversoffuturehistorybooks onoldlady'smantleswalkin'onwaternailedoncrosses I think it's time I had a talk with my kids I'll just tell 'em what my daddy told me YOU AIN'T NEVER GONNA AMOUNT NOTHIN'

Not blasphemous at all! You should've heard the cries of "Oh God!", "Jesus Fukk Me!", and the "Mercy, mercy!" coming from that basement.