RoyalOrleans

Did you even watch the game?

I never made Sergeant, I made Corporal.

Telling me that you had a crush on me, made my pecker cringe and crawl back inside.

In my line of work, I am on the move and on my feet all damn day. My feet are covered in calluses and bunions. I have tried a number of remedies... 1. By far the best quick fix is to use insoles, as you mentioned. I use the Dr. Scholl's Gel insoles and I have never looked back. Comfort does not even begin to describe the feeling. 2. Go to one of those Vietnamese nail parlors. Get a pedicure, seriously. It's exhilarating. It will help you tremendously if you enjoy walking around in your bare feet. I, for one, do not regret getting a pedicure. 3. There are certain lotions that you can buy that will help soften your callused feet. Dr. Scholl's makes a cream that smells like peppermint and has aloe and other active ingredients. Exfoliation is slow, however has long lasting effects. I hope this helps.

Close only counts in horseshoes and handgrenades.

You know what you two sound like? Two very passionate people in love with one another. Hook up already!

Seattle has my respect as a team. I just don't think that they're offense is good enough to cut through the Steeler's unrelenting D.

Some could argue it is entrapment of a sort. The fact of the matter is, these men were at the wrong place at the right time. They knew what the fuck they were doing, but did it anyway. If I am EVER, and I mean EVER, that hard up... I will put a bullet in my head. I know what is right and what is wrong.

Damn straight, my brother from Down Under. My chest hair drives the women folk bonkers! They love to run their hands through it. And, by God, I love it as well.

First of all, you want to take an ordinary bowl or microwaveable dish from the cupboard. Next, place a 1/3 of a stick of butter into the bowl. Place it into the microwave and heat for thirty-five seconds on HIGH. Once the butter is melted, remove it fromt he microwave and allow to cool for 10 seconds. Once it has cooled, pour the contents into your rectum. Allow the butter to congeal for a few seconds and begin to pull the lightbulbs from your rectum. In the case of a broken lightbulb, cut a potato in half. Insert the opened side of the potato into the rectum and push. The potato should adhere to the broken pieces and will be easier to pull out. In the case of getting a potato stuck in your rectum. Go to the ER or push like you've never pushed before. A laxative would certainly help.

(My first name happens to be Neal... doh!) Ask the good doctor anything you like, from relationship advice to tuning up your car. I will answer it with every bit of integrity that I can muster, depending on how much I've had to drink. Ask away...

My first job right out of the Corp, I worked for the local Wal-Mart. I've always had a strong sense of duty; whether its in a minial part time gig or the career path that I am headed. I have never, ever called in sick or shown up late without just cause, laid out for the hell of it, slacked off, or other such things. I'm a workhorse, always been and will always be one. This job was an exception to my normal standards. As soon as I took the job, I realized that no one else cared for their job. So I decided to do as little as I could and still remain on the payroll, I was in college at the time and all my attention was on studies. So I'd show up half an hour late, leave early without notice, slack off in the back, eat from the bakery and deli, and other such things. I was also into dating the little white trash cashiers up front; an easy lay and an excellent ego booster. I was fired for failing a drug test, following an accident on the sales floor. Oh well... I was young and careless. Fun job.

Some more words to live by, as quoted by Henry Ford... "Whether you think you can or whether you think you can't, you're right."

Mine will even show programs scheduled 24 hours in advance, but I can't get the goddammed thing to do long division. High Def piece of shit.

Take the advice for what it is. Don't read too much into my shallow attempt at extending an invitation to stick around. Just do your thing without heed, but tread carefully.

He's just calling it like it is. I didn't go whining to the higher ups when I got my ass beat on a daily basis by the Drill Instructor Honeycutt on Parris Island. He called me, "A fire-headed hillbilly fairy fucking asshat.". I didn't cry... I was what I was.

Well I can start off by saying that its none of your business and end it by saying shut the fuck up. You want to post here? Fine. Good. Do it, brother. Just don't go whining when the Top Brass around here crack your proverbial head.

I pulled mine twice with every intention of shooting a degenerate thug and a Mexican painter.

A man wielding a gun and wearing a ski mask comes barging into a sperm bank. He charges over to a nurse, points the gun at her head, and exclaims, "You see the specimen there?". The nurse repiles, "Yes". "Drink it down and no SPITTING!!!" the gun toting man screams. So the nurse gulps it down without hesitation. At that point, the man drops the gun and pulls off the ski mask to reveal that he is the nurse's husband. He says, "Now, was that so hard?".

That's too bad. Gives a whole new spin on the old saying, "I can't see shit!". I CAN'T SEE SHIT!

What rock did you slither out from under?

Well, stop being an advocate for Aussies and start worrying about your own ass.

Quarky asked the question, but didn't follow it with a good answer. Perhaps his TV adds... subtracts... shows square root... etc...

Well some people would feel differently about the terms of entrapment. The miserable pricks in the special would certainly deem it so. That's why I am "baiting" a response from an advocate of such atrocious acts.

There I go prejudging again. It's always better when she is crying while performing a blowjob.