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Catturd, move to france...you'll fit right in with those pussy, commie, anti-American faggots.

I love all my shit. I'm buying more too. Wretched excess is my middle name.

I believe that had something to do with a mudshark at the Edgewater Inn with a couple of members of the group Vanilla Fudge. My mind drifts back.....By the way, "I am not a groupie!" - Dwayner Actually Dwayner, you're close. It's the What Kind Of Girl Do You Think We Are? track, from Frank's Live at the Filmore East Album (June, 1971). A most excellent album, I might add.

A teacher asks her class, "If there are 5 birds sitting on a fence and you shoot one of them, how many will be left?" She calls on Lil' GapperTimmy - He replies, "None, they will all fly away with the first gunshot." The teacher replies, "The correct answer is 4, but I like your thinking.." Then Lil' GapperTimmy says, "I have a question for you. There are 3 women sitting on a bench having ice cream: One is delicately licking the sides of the triple scoop of ice cream. The second is gobbling down the top and sucking the cone. The third is biting off the top of the ice cream. Which one is married?" The teacher, blushing a great deal, replies, "Well, I suppose the one that's gobbled down the top and sucked the cone." To which Lil' GapperTimmy replied, "The correct answer is 'the one with the wedding ring on, but I like your thinking."

I watched the news today and am a bit perturbed. They had this whiney ass Iraqi family on talking about how life was more secure and better under Saddam Hussein and that they wished the Americans had not invaded. The reason was jobs, and that things are hard right now. Amazing. I compare this with a discussion I had with a great lady from Belgium, about 4 years ago. She was 80 something at the time and we got involved in a discussion over lunch in a small restaurant in Seattle. She lost her house in WWII to Allied and German artillery. She dug in her purse and showed me pictures of her home - it was beautiful - Tudor style - it was built in the 1500's. She said actually that half of it was destroyed. I asked her how she felt about it. Her eyes glistened with fire and she had a huge grin on her face. She replied, "Perhaps my house was badly hurt and it would take much to repair it. But it is only a thing. What did count was that I once again had my freedom!" And she shook her fist with this last part. 55 years after the Battle of the Bulge, she still had the fire and the zest for freedom. BTW - when she found out that my father and grandfather both fought the Germans in WWI and WWII, she refused to let me pay for my lunch. She said it was the least she could do for the sacrifices my family made to ensure freedom in Europe. Yep - Iraqi whiners. I am sorry but they will get no sympathy from me. They let it happen and they continued to let it happen. And if we are not careful it will happen to us....

it's just no good -'s credibility is so totally shot to shit it'd never fly i'm gonna open another bag of chips and tune into BayWatch

that's shit talk. last i checked, a good seattle attorney was charging around $200 an hr. i'd take the dough to the bank, with a big smile on my face.

Hell, you children ain't done nuttin special- I get off bein' juked With a baby octopus And spewed upon with cream corn . . . An' my girlfriend, she digs it With a hot Yoo-hoo bottle While somebody's screamin': CORKS 'N SAFETIES PIGS 'N DONKEYS ALICE COOPER, baby . . . WAAAAH!

Went to the store the other day. I was only in there for about five minutes, and when I came out there was a motorcycle cop writing a parking ticket. So I went up to him and said, 'Come on buddy, how about giving a guy a break?' He ignored me and continued writing the ticket. So I called him a stupid idiot. He glared at me and started writing another ticket for having bald tires! Then I really got angry at him. He finished the second ticket and put it on the car with the first. Then he started writing a third ticket! This went on for about 20 minutes. The more I abused him, the more tickets he wrote. I didn't care. My car was parked around the corner.

what's for dinner?

so true

fuck it, at my age, id'a just laid there and died with my happy hallucinations

it swallows

i got a nice plump heifer cumin' over after the RoadHouse closes......mooooo

yeah, i'm done with you anyway. back to class, diva

egypt sux

no, but I watch TV enough to recognize the type. ever seen Con Air? you like the little bitch fairy in the skirt? hehehe

you sound like a prison bitch

bullshit, ya turn the ridged numbers inside out for your own pleasure

how can you say such a thing? me, skanky? pleeeZe

that depends

fuckers don't stand a chance against my overwhelming firepower

snaffles and I have an understanding. they understand that I'll kill every one I see

Lena folded and put away Ole's underwear. Ole took out a pair the next morning and noticed there was powder all over the crotch area. He started to shake the powder out and said, "Darn it, Lena, I vish you vouldn't put so much talcum powder in my undervear." Lena replied, "Dat's not talcum powder, Ole. Dat's Miracle Gro!"