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nice tits though ^^

You hit the nail on the head. JGowan's thong is in a twist, and he can't stand it. Besides, I think we are arguing solely for the sake of arguing. how lame is that? seems to me minx, you're pretty caught up in this thread...how lame is that?

who kisses? get down to business!!!

A WHORE HOUSE AT EVERY SUMMIT

whatever you say uncle pervie, i've never needed enhancements and seems like the rubber band would play hell with your short hairs.

In true Sphincter style: "is the enemy of my enemy my friend? " I think you probably mean is the enemy of my enemy my enemy? no, you're all wrong...it's the enema of my enemy's enema

you'd better recruit richard noggin's help then

the church my ex makes my kid go to wants to take him and the gang to a overnighter camp to discuss "lust" i said "fuck that"

Since you learned everything about Scotland from Trainspotting, you'll know that we drink like fuck and don't need a reason to smash heads in. Here I was doing a service in letting someone know what a MILF is and you pipe in calling me a wanker. Perhaps it's because it reminds you of your own mum sucking your pubescent cock and you being ashamed cos you fucking liked it so much. To this day, whenever you jerk off with Playboy in hand you think of your mum giving you a hummer. Who's the fucking wanker now you incestuous little fuck stick?

personally, i don't give a shit what people do as long as i get laid.

btw moron, the rubber band goes on your cock, not your balls. seattleites, sheesh

DIXIE LEE FOR GOVERNOR

Sorry dude, Snohomish County only.

So, I got another of my avatars banned a while back, and I've been trying to get unbanned, but my cries have gone unheeded. Is there an Admin out there who wants to resurrect the old me? WHO WAS THE OLD YOU?

jesus christ, it's "mothers I'd like to fuck", all over the porn sites...happy now?

who fucking cares? eat balls

Who fucking cares? Go kill yourself.

"Well ya see, Norm, it's like this... A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members. In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Excessive intake of alcohol, as we know, kills brain cells. But naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine. ! That's why you always feel smarter after a few beers." - C. Clavin

Be sure you lock your doors and windows at home. A local man was murdered in his home over the weekend. Detectives found him face down in the bathtub. The tub had been filled with milk and cornflakes, and a banana was sticking out of his butt. Police suspect a cereal killer.

don't know who wrote this bitch, but I can relate * 1 star hangover No pain. No real feeling of illness. Your sleep last night was a mere disco nap, which has given you a whole lot of misplaced energy. Be glad that you are able to function relatively well. However, you are still parched. You can drink 10 sodas and still feel this way. You are craving a steak bomb and a side of gravy fries. ** 2 star hangover No pain, but something is definitely amiss. You may look okay but you have the mental capacity of a staple gun. The coffee you are chugging is only exacerbating your rumbling gut, which is craving a rootie tootie fresh and fruity pancake breakfast from IHOP. There is some definite havoc being wreaked upon your bowels. *** 3 star hangover Slight headache. Stomach feels crappy. You are definitely not productive. Anytime a girl walks by you gag because her perfume reminds you of the random gin shots you did with your alcoholic friends after the bouncer 86'd you at 1:45 a.m. Life would be better right now if you were in your bed with a dozen donuts and a meatball hero watching the E! fashion awards. You've had 4 cups of coffee, a gallon of water, 3 Snapples and a liter of diet coke-yet you haven't peed once. **** 4 star hangover Life sucks. Your head is throbbing. You can't speak too quickly or else you might puke. Your boss has already lambasted you for being late and has given you a lecture for reeking of booze. You wore nice clothes, but that can't hide the fact that you missed an oh-so crucial spot shaving (girls, it looks like you put your make-up on while riding the bumper cars.) Your eyes look like one big vein and your hair style makes you look like a reject from the class picture of Grover Cleveland HS, class of '84. ***** 5 star hangover, aka "Dante's 4th Circle of Hell." You have a second heartbeat in your head, which is actually annoying the employee who sits in the next cube. Vodka vapor is seeping out of every pore and making you dizzy. You still have toothpaste crust in the corners of your mouth from brushing your teeth in an attempt to get the remnants of the **** fairy out. Your body has lost the ability to generate saliva, so your tongue is suffocating you. Death seems pretty good right now. You definitely don't remember who you were with, where you were, what you drank, and why there is a stranger still sleeping in your bed at your otherwise empty house. ****** 6 star hangover Otherwise known as the "Infinite Nut smacker" You wake up on your bathroom floor. For about 2 seconds you look at the ceiling, wondering if the cool refreshing feeling on your cheek is the bathroom tile or your vomit from 5 hours ago. It is amazing how your roommate was as drunk as you, but somehow managed to getup before you. You try to lift your head. Not an option. Then you inadvertently turn your head too quickly and smell the funk of 13 packs of cigarettes in your hair. Suddenly you realize you were smoking, but not ultra lights...some jackass handed you Marlboro reds, and you smoked them like it was your second full time job. You look in the mirror only to see remnants of the stamp "Ready to Rock" faintly atop your forehead......the stamp on the back of your hand that has magically appeared on your forehead by alcoholic osmosis. You have to be to work in t-minus 14 minutes and 32 seconds and the only thing you can think of wearing is your "hello kitty" pajamas and your slippers. You wonder if God actually remembers the deal you made with him last night. __________________

I'm woopped... Early rise, did a long day on the water, and then helped the neighbor build a shed. I'm about done. I think I'll call for a pizza and see if I can find a chica to come over with a flick, put my feet up and drink a couple whiskeys. Or, I could go put that new prop on the boat and do that tune up / impeller swap like I planned. Nope, feet are up, whiskey's poured .. time to relax. Wazzup Homies?

I hate this fucking weather. I'm freezing my ass off and I'm more than ready for summer. Fucking Fuck!!!!