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Dale? I thought that name was exclusive to NASCAR fans only.

That eddo is a pretty motherfucker.

I was so disheartened when I heard of his alter ego.

He should self-castrate to avoid contaminating the rest of the world. He must be ashamed about how much he actually masturbates. By the looks of him, I'd assume six to nine times a day and twice as many on Sunday.

Those who can do, those who can't teach.

Are you positive it wasn't Uncle Fred and his "one eyed pocket snake"?

What the fuck is your problem? Mommy and daddy didn't show you enough tenderness?

Led Zeppelin In My Time of Dying In my time of dying, want nobody to mourn All I want for you to do is take my body home Well, well, well, so I can die easy, Well, well, well, so I can die easy Jesus, got to make you... sure know, Jesus, gonna make you Jesus, gonna make you my dyin' bed, Meet me, Jesus, meet me Ooh, meet me in the middle of the air If my wings should fail me, Lord Oh, please meet me with another pair Well, well, well, so I can die easy Oh-oh, well, well, well, so I can die easy Jesus, gonna make you... somebody, somebody Oh, oh, Jesus gonna make you Jesus gonna make you my dyin' bed Oh, Saint Peter, at the gates of hea'en Won't you let me in, I never did no harm I never did no wrong, Oh, oh Gabriel, let me blow your horn Let me blow your horn, Oh, I never did, did no harm Did no harm, I've only been this young once I never thought I'd do anybody no wrong No, not once, oh, Oh, good, Oh, I did somebody some good Somebody some good, yes-oh, Oh, did somebody some good, yeah I must have did somebody some good, yeah, Oh, I believe I did I see the smilin' faces, I know there must be lipstick traces, oh God And I see them in the streets, And I see them in the field And I hear them shouting under my feet And I know it's got to be real, Oh, Lord, deliver me All the wrong I've done, Ooh, you can deliver me, Lo-ord I only wanted to have some fun Oh, hear the angels marchin', hear the' marchin', hear them marchin', hear them, marchin', the' marchin' Oh my Jesus, oh my Gina, oh my Jesus, oh my Jesus, oh my Gina, oh my Gina, Oh my Jesus, oh my Jesus, oh my Gina, oh my Je-ah-oh, ah my Je-hey, yeah, that's got to be my Jesus, whoa-whoa It's got to be, it's got to be my Jesus It's got to be, oh It's got to be my Jesus Oh, gonna take me home, Come on, come on I can hear the angels singin' Oh, here they come, here they come, here they come Bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye Oh, it feels pretty good up here, pretty good up here I'll touch Jesus, I'll touch Jesus, I'll touch Jesus, I'll touch Jesus, I'll touch Jesus, Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah Oh, I see him, yeah, Come on, take, take, take, take, take, take, take, take, take, take, take, take, take Ooh, yes, come on, oh, oh yeah, Oh, don't you make it my dyin', dyin', dyin'

You're a sand-******. Did you know that?

What are you a 911 dispatch?

If I knew how to scale that .gif down, I would add it to my signature.

We need a new quiz to match the snatch with our fellow GF chicks. I hear we are all inside Lethalfind's twat.

If administered by a member of the opposite sex, then you can rule the gay factor out.

I scored 10 out of 12. Next test should be to test the differences between moth and butterfly caterpillars.

For you, IWS... .

Happy Birthday, Tori! I got you a clown... [attach=full]1170[/attach] Bitey the Clown

That's all that would fit in.

I reopened the poll. I want to see how far ahead I can get.

The sight of you three diddling on my dugan makes me flutter.

An Ode To Pecker R. Orleans Me, your mother, and some other whore floating down the river on a shithouse door gonna tie my pecker to my leg gonna tie my pecker to my leg, to my leg gonna tie my pecker to my leg!

Angie-baby, you can pull my pork any old time.

Kim Jung Ill? Personally, I think we should go after Robin Williams. Crime? Not ever, ever being funny and called himself a fucking "comedian". We can call that war "Operation: Force Everyone To Live Like We Live". I love and support the troops, but they will get no sympathy from me. They enlisted in the Armed Service and it is time for them to do their jobs. Make an adult decision, live with the consequences. The insurgency will stop when America pulls out of Iraq, or at least hearing so much about it. The media will turn their focus to Bush's shitty domestic policies and exploit the next American Idol finalist. Alive or dead... you can never underestimate a man's will to survive. Osama is hidden and will remain hidden until his body is unearthed twenty years from now. Halliburton's stock was falling. That is, if Iraq can stand the test of time. The people allow for the Taliban, et. al. exist and use the tired old claim that they can not do anything about it. Same shit applies here in the U.S. Folk bitch and moan about the government's policies, Bush, the price of oil, etc and do not vote. With poor excuses; I had to work late, I had a bunch of errands... bull-fucking-shit... find time! Voting is a fucking right three-quarters of the world do not have. All those fuckers look alike... Hell... Osama could be working in the nearest Blimpie.

Are you a good cook?

I'll just come along with you, because seeing is believing.

So when will I get to see some photos of your nights together?