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One... two... three... check! I have balls goddammit.

Not really... I prefer black type on a blue or light blue background. It's just a personal preference, asshole.

Huh? What the hell is the deuce you say?

Blue Sky The Allman Bros Band Walk along the river, sweet lullaby, it just keeps on flowing, It don't worry 'bout where it's going, no, no. Don't fly, mister blue bird, I'm just walking down the road, Early morning sunshine tell me all I need to know You're my blue sky, you're my sunny day. Lord, you know it makes me high when you turn your love my way, Turn your love my way, yeah. Good old Sunday morning, bells are ringing everywhere. Goin' to Carolina, it won't be long and I'll be there

I use the MSN style, because it is so much easier on my eyes. Fuck the style and feel, I want to be able to read what you pricks say.

I was a geek, but a cute geek.

Melissa The Allman Bros Band Crossroads, seem to come and go, yeah. The gypsy flies from coast to coast Knowing many, loving none, Bearing sorrow havin fun, But back home he'll always run To sweet Melissa... mmm... Freight train, each car looks the same, all the same. And no one knows the gypsys name No one hears his lonely sigh, There are no blankets where he lies. In all his deepest dreams the gypsy flies With sweet Melissa... mmm... Again the mornings come, Again he's on the run, Sunbeams shining through his hair, Appearing not to have a care. Well, pick up your gear and gypsy roll on, roll on. Crossroads, will you ever let him go? (lord, lord) Will you hide the dead mans ghost, Or will he lie, beneath the clay, Or will his spirit roll away? But I know that he won't stay without Melissa. Yes I know that he won't stay without Melissa.

Keep Joshua's footprints on the ground and forgo the tattoo.

They are called lies.

Noam Chomsky is a son of a bitch.

Perhaps you should consider moving.

Fuck you and that miserable wailing bitch that brought you oozing into the world.

I use it for target practice.

Pussy smells more like tilapia.

Why are there so many laws that protect us from ourselves? Seatbelt laws, helmet laws, etc, etc... If I want to go 120 MPH on my bike sans helmet, that should be my motherfucking prerogitive. If I injure someone else because of my haphazard manner, then I'll have to live with the guilt.

I'd let her suck my dick, but she'd have to be totally nude so that no residuals are left unaccounted for.

Then consider yourself descended upon.

I was first chair trumpet in the symphonic orchestra and squad leader in the marching band which competed all over the southeast. How is that disillusioning you?

I had a customer service job once and it lasted all of seven days. That goddamn phone would not cease it's aggravating ring. I was fired for not being courteous to their dear, dear customers. These miserable pricks were being belligerent and irrational. I told a dude to go fuck himself and I was let go. The manager had the audacity to tell me that I was being rude. The motherfucker said I had no business on the phone because of my Southern Draw. So I told the manager to kiss my white country ass. He made a security shitheel walk me out, like I was going to do something stupid. The guard said that he was just doing his job. I responded, "Doing your job don't make you right. Get out of my way.".

What the fuck is greebo and a chav? In my day we had... jocks, nerds, preppies, burnouts, rednecks, good ol' boys, Jesus-freaks, drama geeks, band dweebs, and waterheads. I fell into two catagories... band dweeb and burnout.

Wow. All my queries concerning life, love, and the reason we are here have been answered.

I use a Nextel two way radio through out my day to keep in contact with dispatch. I rarely use my cellphone while driving, unless I am on the expressway and there is little to no traffic. As for others using their cellphone, go for it. The act really pisses me off, but what can I do? I bitch, I moan, a fling the finger, a throw some mean mugs, etc... everyting short of running them into a ditch and dragging them out of the car.

Stupid debate topic, but I thought it was a funny coincidence.

Well there it is, folks. Tori's in-depth, yet concise and accurate response. Ladies and gentlemen, the Queen has spoken. Ye may proceed with beet yanking.

I'm not complaining, but my parade has just been pissed on.