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Ohh... this will do for pretext.

Are you posing that as a question or is it part of an ill-conceived metaphor? Stupid member... be more funny.

Long haul? We're already in the long haul, although there is no destination in site. With Afganistan being somewhat 70/30 Taliban controlled and the top commanders crying for aid every single day and our grip on Iraq slip sliding away, there is not a clear fucking route... ain't even on the same fucking highway. Instead we have to listen to the limp-wristed liberal media expose Mark Foley as a pedophile and discredit him like the Republicans did to Clinton. Only the eggheaded elite minority is even discussing world matters these days.

You don

Ever the fucking optimist, Hugo. Others owe thought to the future

Bush is a pussy. He believes, or his underlings and cohorts believe, that by standing idle that the shit will pass. What he, they, don't understand is that it's about to splatter in their fucking, collective, faces. Again, more of the Shrub's cut and run tactics. The prick can sit from up on high and cast down insults, cow eyed glances, etc etc, but that doesn't eliminate him from to runnings of a coward. Bush will never let anyone capitalize on him in an intelligent manner.

Throughout the lineage of my forebears, someone has voted against the opium ordinance here in Brambleburg. Somehow the Celestials get caught with it, it becomes front page headlines on our local commie rag, and us good citizens have to suffer without chink-cunt handjobs. Whether it is for local, statewide, or national; my vote will be cast. Though it may not amount to a hill of beans, but this hill is supposed to be ours and the beans are ours as well.

Throughout my entire day, I go to measures to make double, triple sure that I don't zip my prick up between the teeth. How can one guy be so careless? [attach=full]1034[/attach]

Fresh squeezed? Hmmm... I'd like to convert her into a coffee maker. I like it boiling hot.

Goddamn. You people are a bunch of media-leeches with your comments of "he did this" or "they did that". Don't you fuckers have your own mind?

Am I the only one that answered the hypothesised question directly?

I'll fucking ride a horse.

Who hasn't suffered?

Goddamn... glad somebody said it. Until sensationalism in journalism is completely eradicated, we will have to live with the exploits of ratings-hungry twats and pricks.

It would depend on if they play football or tennis.

I'm not the one that dresses like Peter Pan and who'd want a roundhouse from a guy wearing these badboys... [attach=full]1055[/attach]

Ever stand in line at your local DMV?

Two polish guys are discussing one's upcoming wedding..."I'm not sure if my future bride is a virgin or not." His buddy replies, "Oh, there's an easy test for that. All you need is some red paint, some blue paint and a shovel. You paint one ball red and one ball blue. On your honeymoon, if she laughs and says 'Those are the funniest balls I've ever seen!' you hit her with the shovel!"

Three cowboys are sitting around a campfire, out on the lonesome prairie, each with the bravado for which cowboys are famous. A night of tall tales begins. The first says, "I must be the meanest, toughest cowboy there is. Why, just the other day, a bull got loose in the corral and gored six men before I wrestled it to the ground, by the horns, with my bare hands." The second can't stand to be bested. "Why that's nothing. I was walking down the trail yesterday and a fifteen-foot rattler slid out from under a rock and made a move for me. I grabbed that snake with my bare hands, bit its head off, and sucked the poison down in one gulp. "And I'm still here today." The third cowboy remained silent, slowly stirring the coals with is penis.

There's no such monster as bad sex. Take for instance, me, women hook up just get their rocks off with me. They don't care if I have a good time or not.

Them gnarly mudflaps didn't pay for themselves.

Equally craptacular!

Hahahahaha! Good burn!

Pearl Jam Immortality Vacate is the word...vengeance has no place so near to her Cannot find a comfort in this world Artificial tear...vessel stabbed...next up, volunteers Vulnerable, wisdom can't adhere... A truant finds home...and a wish to hold on... But there's a trapdoor in the sun...immortality... As privileged as a whore...victims in demand for public show Swept out through the cracks beneath the door Holier than thou, how? Surrendered...executed anyhow Scrawl dissolved, cigar box on the floor... A truant finds home...and a wish to hold on, to... But saw the trapdoor in the sun... Immortality... I cannot stop the thought...of running in the dark... Coming up a which way sign...all good truants must decide... Oh, stripped and sold, mom...(auctioned forearm)... And whiskers in the sink... Truants move on...cannot stay long Some die just to live... Ohh...

Here's a great recipe... my cock. Mmm... melts in your mouth.