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that also n dome? watchu do down there big bill?

It would have to be an impartial judge... I'm thinking Punxsatawny Phil. turns out somebody's already made an app for that http://web.ics.purdue.edu/~ssanty/cgi-bin/eightball.cgi

somewhere around obama's inauguration - mere coincidence? i think not!

dunno, consuming heroic quantities of sure never invested me w/ a desire to feast on flesh, or anything else, for that matter...

do southerners who fought to enslave blacks get to be memorialized? americans who fought to do the same to the phillipines? memorial day seems best observed to me by arguing over the aforementionged grilled food about these questions...

locking up spray is like tying down a nun

why lock down a thread when you can instead insert a thread-killing clusterfuck of a photo? the soft kill, dig?

creator of the periodic table! but uh, like, uh...ya know...how the fork is that relevant, donny?

your bitches about the 'bliss will carry more water when the herds run in everest-numbers over it...

sure enough, it's my self-indulgence showing - i've yet to meet an ungulate who's ugly opinion i'd give more than an unction of mountebank over

the crew of the crusade-era were hardly Great Philosophers, and god-knows we'd have no history if the heavenly-fathers of the here-after had left us no trash-piles to thread through

so long as yer having a good old gut-laugh while goin'about it, i'm no-one to gain-say it but seriously, you're either part of the race or not, and the actions of others go on the Big Tab, and you do us all i favor, i reckon, when you subtract against it...

no sense in judging the 'cunt, he's just as temporary and insignificant as the offending petra-pigments - no extra-evolved aardvark, looking back, will give a toss, eh?

i shan't be content 'till the cordon of dessicated taun-taun corpses is clear as christ's conscience

good for you! if you have the moxy left when you're done, there's several fences in my neighborhood that could use the same treatment!

they call this art, but i find a spray-painted trail off a jumping-jesus-in-a-sequined-jogging-suit almighty awe-inspiring peak like that far more beautiful at the end of a drug-addled/sun/stress/aerobic-assassinated day it's art, as you say, so i'm prepared to be a classic, middle-of-the-road weenie, and not get so all-fired up about it that i'd challenge a random stranger to an inter-webs death match over it, see? that said, were i w/ homeboy who did this, and obviously thus familiar w/ the descent route, i'd probably voice an opinion opposed to it, but in the end, not squawk so loud so long as it didn't keep us from the beerz n' bitches for more than a few...

you may be missing the essential truth of Wilderness? that you are nothing? that you and all you might do Is Nothing? spray paint will be ate up by lichen soon enough, and you and yours deep in the ground by then, so you can lighten up, or beat your modern monkey to death w/ a glorified bone if you wish, little difference "magnanimity is the best policy, and a Great Empire and Little Minds go ill together" i should add, having walked down that fucking waterless hell-chute that is the standard exit off slesse, they could short-dick every cannibal in the cannuckistani-congo to make the cross-over route clear and i wouldn't !

at least... ...the Great White Modern Motherfuckers... ...have a practical point?

throw yer panties up on the stage people!!!

get your right foot up by your left ear!!!

how da fuck they 'llow this here website there then?

getting the ride back's the bitch

like saying you got the biggest cock in china though?

none of this shit is gonna get better 'til we get that lying sumbitch nixon out da white-house!!!

no one ever dies, they just go off to fight evil in another dimension