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We? You got a frog in your pocket, boy? Golden could be taken in a derogatory manner. As in someone who loves to get urinated on... golden shower.

You mean Blanche the saucy, slutty Golden Girl played by Rue McClannahan?

Boy Named Sue Johnny Cash My daddy left home when I was three And he didn't leave much to ma and me Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze. Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid But the meanest thing that he ever did Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue." Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk, It seems I had to fight my whole life through. Some gal would giggle and I'd get red And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head, I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue." Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean, My fist got hard and my wits got keen, I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame. But I made a vow to the moon and stars That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars And kill that man who gave me that awful name. Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July And I just hit town and my throat was dry, I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew. At an old saloon on a street of mud, There at a table, dealing stud, Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue." Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had, And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye. He was big and bent and gray and old, And I looked at him and my blood ran cold And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do! Now you're gonna die!!" Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes And he went down, but to my surprise, He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear. But I busted a chair right across his teeth And we crashed through the wall and into the street Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer. I tell ya, I've fought tougher men But I really can't remember when, He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile. I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss, He went for his gun and I pulled mine first, He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile. And he said: "Son, this world is rough And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along. So I give ya that name and I said goodbye I knew you'd have to get tough or die And it's the name that helped to make you strong." He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight And I know you hate me, and you got the right To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do. But ya ought to thank me, before I die, For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'" I got all choked up and I threw down my gun And I called him my pa, and he called me his son, And I came away with a different point of view. And I think about him, now and then, Every time I try and every time I win, And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!

So... by that rationale... I guess what Anna Nicole did in her lifetime and what Britney Spears has done thus far, is entertaining? In RO's America, the only whoring is done legitimately by hookers and streetwalkers.

That's bullshit, man, and you know it! Anger is implied in the title of the site! When folk say "pissed" they mean that they are angry at something or somebody. The only other conotation would be if this were a "Golden Shower" fetish site. Posing a question doesn't mean that there isn't a faint suggestion of anger. You want to know what pisses me off? In that scenario, I pity the poor shitheel who finds medical worth in anything relating to the Internet. How many asshats flood the boards doing a schtick? For example, builder... no real person acts that way.

You want to fuck what?

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One reason never to buy and implore a space heater.

You'd find a parking ticket funny, snafu.

I call you lame.

Huh... does GF still have a store at CafePress?

Your face looks like an old catcher's mit. The best way to get back at your husband is to finally reveal to him that you were once a man. I'm sure the boys at his office all have a running wager.

No, KVH has a huge point. Do some research, M60. The so-called liberals in Hollywood are hypocrites to their cause. On GF we'd call them "attention whores", but in actuality they are "living, walking, breathing oxymorons".

Ever see Freaks and Geeks before the "establishment" canceled it?

You take away her money, glamour, fame, and name; all you have left is poor white trash. And that's all she is or will ever be. That goes double for Anna Nicole Smith.

I usually accompany the word with the adjective "malignant".

I noticed a "short bus" parked out front the local Chuckee Cheese on Valentine's Day. Bless their collective hearts. To be a fly on the way...

I always thought that vigilantes (ie Batman) beat the criminals down before turning them over to authorities? I would rather see an ass-whippin' than an overweight comic book store clerk get escorted into an unmarked car by the local swine-patrol. Chris Hanson is a timid looking fawn-in-the-headlights. If I were ever as depraved as the motherfuckers he entraps, I would break him in two before the Cops could do anything. If I ever fall into that sort of deprivation of destitute, I'd give myself a firm fling into a brickwall to unfuck my mind.

Boo Radley was a bad motherfucker.

Hmmm... Seems like I fucked up at the interval.

What's on my mind today? Metrosexuals. A girl asked me if I was a metrosexual last night. I responded, "No, I am not a gay-male-lesbian.". How could I be a metro, for Christ's sake? I pick my teeth with a pocket knife!

They probably are in fear of the inevitable, incoming host of snafu shit.

I would play, but Chris Hanson just called me. He told me to tell you all that you're ripping on his schtick!

I used to be a serious breastman, but I've recently become more of a legman. I'm 6'2" to 6'3" and for some reason, I'm liking leggy, tall women these days. Not the Goliath's Wife type, but the Cindy Crawfords and Christy Brinkleys of the world. Not only was she unattractive, but her breasts were fake. A huge turn off in my opinion. As I stated above, height is a non-issue with me. Make-up is, however, and I hate that fucking whore-plastered look. Cow sized tits should be relegated to short, stocky mobile home-wives. I can't be with someone who is smarter than me, but I can be with someone who is equally as smart. Golddiggers will have their own special place in Hell. I dealt with my own drug addiction and I choose not mess with some coke/meth/etc addicted poop.