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Romper Room was OK, but Romper Stomper Room would have been better.

Do be a Do Bee. Don't be a Doo Kie.

When I was a young engineer, I took my first trip to the plastics shop (injection molding machines, mostly); the 'rough' end of our little corporate family. I opened the door, and nobody was there; just untended machines. I rounded the corner and there they all were in a semi circle of burn-scarred, wife beater wearing mold operators (and I'm just talking about the women here). In the center was a stripper, doing what she came for, with a video camera off to the side. It was someone's birthday.

and still others see a doo-by.

pics or it never happened

Does anyone here really give a flying fuck about those crackers down there? Puh-LEEEEZ.

I think if Herzog had done it, the Frog would have died trying to haul an entire pond over a mountain, because he felt as though it was his destiny. Klaus Kinsky would have played the frog, of course.

I used to design robotic assembly lines. You feed the robots bulk parts in devices called vibratory bowl feeders, which use a radial sawtooth wave vibration to move parts up a ramp and out of the bowl. Anyway, the bowls are stainless, all custom, and welded by guys who also build choppers and hotrods. It's steadier work. I checked the first bowl drawing, and it had red "Fuck You" stamped all over it. They all did. That was their company's official format for redlining.

Now this is an example of a decent Pink offering. All the sensibilities of Herzog in under 2 minutes. That young republican lame ass shit ranks low on the entertainment scale, tho.

OK Fucko. You fuckin say fuck on a non-fuck site and the fuckin fucksticks that fuckin run the fuckin thing fucked you for it. So fuckin what? `

It's strange that frogs croak incessantly about the one thing they can never have: "Hair! Hair!" Which was a musical very close in message to Jesus Christ Superstar. Just sayin.

Mai dunkey sheetz on yorrr fawkinghe bed.

Trying to respond to these posts would be like trying to scoop up a projectile anal release with a sphaghetti brush. Not only would the act itself be trying, but trying to find the illusive reason behind it might engage that exact reaction.

Does anyone here still believe in the Great Big Fuzzy Wuzzy Kitty In The Sky Who Wuvs You?

It should be a sin to produce exhaust that smells like french fries without any ketchup.

How do squeeze enough time from creating paying jobs and the Junior Republican web site to join us this morning?

"BIODIESEL: No War Required" That bumper sticker should be a sin.

yer not a patriot until you've sawed your own leg off with a rusty bayonet and sung about it afterwards as I have you fucking poseurs.

What can I say to produce dead silence in this room?

Done.

I had a cyst in my ass cut out and sent to the RNC. It's a paid staffer, now.

That will train you for the possible horror of being somehow marooned on a wall that big. That and massive doses of acid.

stitches comin out! Can't wait!!!!!! Twitter me!!!!

So boys, whats yer 20 pitch .10 climb gonna be?

The CIA knows exactly where bin Laden is. In fact, they've been tracking his every movement and plugging them into a multi terrabit terrorism prediction system. We've launched numerous mock sorties against bin Laden, logging a highly impressive 97% virtual kill rate. Drones, mostly, with the occasional F18 strike provided when available. Praise Allah for the Virtual Hellfire. And that's the objective. Prompt, accurate, automated delivery of smart ordnance any time, any where, and ASAP from target acquisition. Real time intervention at a mouse click. Thanks to bin Laden, We now track virtually every major terrorist in the world on an hourly time scale. Interdict within the hour.