allthumbs

don't bust my chops homey, I didn't write it this is more my style: us mountaineers we have no fears we do not care for riches we knock our cocks upon the rocks us hearty sons a bitches

The tallest tale can never tell The drum of endless upward steps, The mountains cruel exacted toll, When wrung for air, here wretched stoops The climber, with no cause at all. For those who brave this wint'ry roof And strive to shed the earthly mire, Can clear their minds of care and strife, Stand tall 'mongst giants, evermore At peace, and stroll life's highways rough. So climb if you will, life's begun By looking well to ev'ry step, But when the summit's last light's gone The time has come, depart the top To love, and life, and air again. Mark Stone, March 2003

glucosamine

Erik, come get your old lady; I'm done with her

erik, go get laid

Here we go with another spraylord wanna be. I give you 200 posts before you fizzle.

he tells me his wounds are healing nicely and that the holy water was effective in his escape from your lair.

That's where I've seen him before. He is pretty laid back and MidWest looking. The lost look - the empty eye syndrome.

the correct spelling is Bwahaha. look it up here . you gots ta be shittin me

Bwahahaha

or this

bop angel blowin your sax words on streetcorners

good one Dru ! juarez bullring flamenco rain her red dance a rose in her hair

I use the - Search results for query: as my opening page at cc What do you gumbies use. (and no smartass remarks allowed).

My friend the witch doctor, he taught me what to say - "Ooo eee, ooo ah ah, ting tang, walla walla bing bang."

You're just full of it today aren't ya redneck.

Catturd=Scot'teryx

I always bring my big Sony boombox to camp. We usually dismantle and burn the picnic tables and also burn the siding from the crappers. What's so wrong about that? Everyone else does it too.

flip

what about Greese...slather slather / where men love men and sheep run scared.

Iraq my brain for witty shit to say here.

A penguin walks into a bar, and asks the bartender if he has any plums. The bartender, confused, tells the penguin that no, his bar doesn't serve plums. The penguin thanks him and leaves. The next day, the penguin returns, and again repeats his request for plums. Again, the bartender tells him that, no, the bar does not serve plums, has never served plums, and, furthermore, will never serve plums. The penguin, a little ruffled, thanks him and leaves. The next day, the penguin returns, but before he can say anything, the bartender begins to yell: "Listen, penguin! This is a bar! We do not serve plums! If you ever ask for plums again, I will nail your stupid penguin beak to the bar!" The penguin is silent for a moment, and then asks, ''Do you have any nails?'' Confused, the bartenders says "No." "Good!" says the penguin. "Then do you have any plums?"