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Thanks, Anna. Whew! Crisis adverted. The Playmates of 2005 and 2006 were about to start a civil war right on the lawn of the compound. I got there just in time. All this over a white thong panty.

You fucking shitheel motherfucker. She got it right! The translation of kokoro has heart in the vague meanings and senshi has warrior in its vague translation. Guess or not, Phantom hit the fucking nail on the head.

My crew did it for me, Kokothemonkey. Not that I couldn't have accomplished it with some online researching. Still, I could give two shits about what your username means and I certainly don't care about monkey-speak.

I'm sending something to you that I want autographed.

Fucking-A. I don't roll down MLK Blvd in the ATL with my head out the window screaming racial epithets at the blacks. Why? I fucking no better, that's why. Just like a woman should know better than to put herself in the position of a man. Women fought for equality and by God they deserve it. Unfortunately the poon-worshipping authority is blind to the plight of the man.

You are so typical, Koko. You're weak and every single post you spew forth is a testament to stupidity.

Jesus said to turn the other cheek. Slap me and see what I turn.

I never knew the little shit could be so damn funny.

Something special for your girlfriend this Xmas. 1) Cut a hole in a box. 2) Put your junk in that box. 3) Make her open the box. A Digital Short from Saturday Night Live featuring Andy Samberg and host Justin Timberlake. Dick in a Box

Unless you are a practitioner of the pagan faith that the "Christmas Tree" draws its origins from, how could anybody be offended?

Talking it up on the Barry Gibb talk show! Jimmy Fallon makes a special appearance, along with host Justin Timberlake, for the third installment of this series. From from Saturday Night Live. The Barry Gibb Talk Show

The vain shall inherit the Earth.

Don't you ever fucking shit where I shit, motherfucker. Got it?

Want to see my wardrobe malfunction?

I was always taught that I should never go around picking fights, but finish them.

Personally, I don't give a tuppenny fuck about another's moral conundrum. What goes on in a house, doors shut, blinds pulled... is not of any concern to me. I hear about wife-beaters on the news, Cops, and related media and I think what a "bag of shit", still I don't have on scintilla bit of compassion. Why? It's none of my business. That is, unless, it is family. If my Brother-in-Law ever struck my sister, you're damn right I'd beat his ass if I ever lay my paws on him. The cops that arrested me were charmed by my ex-wife's beauty and probably would've tasered me or shot me, that is, if I hadn't served with the black cop. He's still a motherfuckin' ******-cop to me.

My Tundra gets about 13-15 miles per gallon, the Karmann Ghia gets about 15-20 a gallon, and my candy apple red '68 Pontiac GTO with the rebuilt stock 350 gets like 7-9 a gallon. My brother and I are going in halves on a '66 Oldsmobile 442 Convertible.

I saw that coming ten miles away. It wasn't funny, but oh-so predictable.

You probably deserved it, TOW. All the fuck I ever did was work my ass off and pay bills. And my ex-wife was a fucking beautiful latina mamcita with big boobs and a thick ass. I had my cake and I was eating it, too.

Is Rosie and Trisha licking each other's poon? If so, pass the arsenic.

I can write the alphabet with my tongue.

Err... I shouldn't have spat on her and kicked her in the ribs while she was down. Kidding. Fucked up situation, R&E. No matter who calls the cops, the man is always going to jail.

Shit happens... they say! It wasn't meant to be and I wholeheartedly believe we'd end up in divorce within the next three to four months. I was allowed to see a doctor. I had to get stitches for the cut; only six, but still enough to allow seeping. Fuck. I still have the scar. Fucking spooky, Phanny. My brother and his girlfriend were shacked up together for a time and she did the same shit! Concocted a story to get out of a lease. Fucking bitch! Life isn't fair... I just plod along.

No one is above an ass-whooping.