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When's the Salmon BBQ DirtyHarry?

Those were sex toys.

There are 7 nuts between 4 and 10 inclusive. Which 6 of the 7 should I bring

Ya jeez Josh, you can't give a stat like that without mentioning your 3.25 years of Subaru sales experience!

Man, you could be shackin up with a toothless Chumstickita in her double-wide instead of squeezing in like a constipated turd with kayakers.

Rogers loses coverage 1km from Hope when heading north OR east. the Fraser Canyon is a giant Rogers-free zone.

MON PAYS Gilles Vigneault Mon pays ce n'est pas un pays, c'est l'hiver Mon jardin ce n'est pas un jardin, c'est la plaine Mon chemin ce n'est pas un chemin, c'est la neige Mon pays ce n'est pas un pays, c'est l'hiver Dans la blanche cérémonie Où la neige au vent se marie Dans ce pays de poudrerie Mon père a fait bâtir maison Et je m'en vais être fidèle À sa manière, à son modèle La chambre d'amis sera telle Qu'on viendra des autres saisons Pour se bâtir à côté d'elle Mon pays ce n'est pas un pays, c'est l'hiver Mon refrain ce n'est pas un refrain, c'est rafale Ma maison ce n'est pas ma maison, c'est froidure Mon pays ce n'est pas un pays, c'est l'hiver De mon grand pays solitaire Je crie avant que de me taire À tous les hommes de la terre Ma maison c'est votre maison Entre mes quatre murs de glace Je mets mon temps et mon espace À préparer le feu, la place Pour les humains de l'horizon Et les humains sont de ma race Mon pays ce n'est pas un pays, c'est l'hiver Mon jardin ce n'est pas un jardin, c'est la plaine Mon chemin ce n'est pas un chemin, c'est la neige Mon pays ce n'est pas un pays, c'est l'hiver Mon pays ce n'est pas un pays, c'est l'envers D'un pays qui n'était ni pays ni patrie Ma chanson ce n'est pas une chanson, c'est ma vie C'est pour toi que je veux posséder mes hivers

History of the Night Throughout the course of the generations men constructed the night. At first she was blindness; thorns raking bare feet, fear of wolves. We shall never know who forged the word for the interval of shadow dividing the two twilights; we shall never know in what age it came to mean the starry hours. Others created the myth. They made her the mother of the unruffled Fates that spin our destiny, thev sacrificed black ewes to her, and the cock who crows his own death. The Chaldeans assigned to her twelve houses; to Zeno, infinite words. She took shape from Latin hexameters and the terror of Pascal. Luis de Leon saw in her the homeland of his stricken soul. Now we feel her to be inexhuastible like an ancient wine and no one can gaze on her without vertigo and time has charged her with eternity. And to think that she wouldn't exist except for those fragile instruments, the eyes. Jorge Luis Borges

well if I help push you home I expect a 5% discount, you hear?

Can't you just walk home, Murray?

It's true! I own a Subaru, and I like lesbians.

Once you learn to find World Cup football exciting you can move on to Cricket.

Three #2 RPs, a #6 Wild Country Rock, a #6 BD Hex, a pink TriCam, a red Tricam, 8 biners and 4 slings. Two slings were shoulder length and two were double shoulder length. this is the ONLY summit rack that GUARANTEES success

If I trip over a bolt, I could hurt myself. Therefore less bolts is better Remember the bolts are there for only one reason: someone was a chicken. If a route has too many bolts, I can't climb it. End of story.

I like to focus on the movement of a slab climb without having to stop to clip, or trip over, closely contrived bolts

Ive seen parkour guys do crazier shit than that. Anyways you have handholds too, no? So its not like standing flat on the ground where your arms are dead weight.

That means your viginity extends to infinity.

The world dyno record is 2.8 m or about 9 feet.

It's in the UFO Museum that Lila works at.

for you, the war is over.

Your poor viginity. That's something like a mangina, isn't it?

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It isn't modified at all

Are you still thinking about your own shit, and confused? Try high fibre.