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The tiger should never have been confined in the first place. There are so few left, one human give or take is no big deal but losing a tiger is a tragedy.
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All my money is in groceries
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They got no base!!
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Nice tits Couloir
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The War on Terror has no fronts, it is an all encompassing, never ending, cluster fuck of death and destruction.
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At least he will have one less hand to vote with.
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There you go again!!
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Hey! Now you are dissing the German film industry, do you know no bounds?
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hey kevbone
in Spray
Saw him right after he left Procol Harem.Ahhhhhhhhhh... The Bridge of Sighs
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Very good!!
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7d8
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He is somewhere in Iran I bet, better get in there and see!!!
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bacon
with a pretty copy of the Torah and a PainedHog chaser.
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twenty ought eight
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Well I woke up Sunday morning,
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes,
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
An' I shaved my face and combed my hair,
An' stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
I'd smoked my brain the night before,
On cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid,
Cussin' at a can that he was kicking.
Then I crossed the empty street,
'n caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken.
And it took me back to somethin',
That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way.
On the Sunday morning sidewalk,
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cos there's something in a Sunday,
Makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothin' short of dyin',
Half as lonesome as the sound,
On the sleepin' city sidewalks:
Sunday mornin' comin' down.
In the park I saw a daddy,
With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school,
And listened to the song they were singin'.
Then I headed back for home,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'.
And it echoed through the canyons,
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.
On the Sunday morning sidewalk,
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cos there's something in a Sunday,
Makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothin' short of dyin',
Half as lonesome as the sound,
On the sleepin' city sidewalks:
Sunday mornin' comin' down.
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Porter, you had me after But
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they're used to keep bacon flat
quote of the year so far!!
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So you could, in effect become sheriff by acclimation?
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they're used to keep bacon flat
funny for a few reasons!!!
Stupidity with a climbing rope
in Spray
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The last thing to go through his mind when he hits the ground?
His asshole...