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Go fetch me a beer, errand boy!

damn! i just spit soda all over the place! you know every guy in this board is struggling with some inner conflict right now....two chicks chained together...hot.....but one of thems a manatee..... but are you struggling with it, minx. now *that* whould be hot.

were you in Star Wars?

yes, we need pictures of your choicest cuts.

hows the avian flu treat'n ya?

and nice pouty mouth. I think I've seen a picture of you in People magazine partying with Paris Hilton.

I only eat Monsanto brand eggs.

some people look at a diamond, and all they see is a lump of coal

what are you talking about? you're a looker! and, you're also a regular icecream factory to boot! provider of cheese, butter, and other such yummy products.

there, there minx. trolls can be cute in their own way. not everyone can be a looker like me. anyway, this is the Information Super Highway, you can be whoever you want to be! now buck up and post some pouty pics.

rocky's gonna do a dance on your forehead, foo!

i've got hot red blood in my heart! minx, where are the pix?

oh do tell minx! am i hot or not?

w00t!

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This referee is a jackass! No, I believe thats a zebra.

How many, and where?

somebody should do a podcast just reading all the posts in spray. maybe even get different voices for each poster. that would be great listening for in the car on the way to the crag.

you are so core

OMG HI 2 U HOTTIE LOL!

i knew you could pull through it, trooper!

i thinks its about Homeland security using mind control techniques on academia.

Your dream date.