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[mercurylives]

There's no doubt in my mind that if an advil were to approach its own bottle, it would be left with only two choices. Choices of its own deliberate action, of course. This same principle will be applied to a tylenol, aspirin, or anything of a similar quality. Consider these choices with both of their conceivable outcomes and we'll have painted a

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[oh_pioneer]

sadly wells, cowboys do not exsist in our swampy region. the horse shoes would be devoured in the muck and broken concrete pot holed streets of middle class america, port richey. whiskey's too expensive for the white trash taste of our town. the only kind of chicken there should be is a barbequed chicken. and i'll rub my hairy feminist pits all over your face.

ps. we never talk anymore.

[mercurylives]

Real cowboys would have horses with shoe horses secured firmly enough to be able to handle such conditions, not to mention a real cowboy wouldn't use our roads. Just as well, a real cowboy would make his own whiskey and eat his chicken raw, still kicking as it slides down towards his stomach.

YOU'LL COME NOWHERE NEAR ME WITH YOUR HAIRY FEMINIST PITS, EITHER!

[dearshithead_]

that kitten's ugly.

my kitty is prettyful!

[eternus_questio]

Ed's kitten is damn cute, very well the cutest around these here parts!

[xsonie]

Ed stole that kitten... and late at night, when nobody is looking, he is going to skin it, and wear the kittens hair on certian parts, since he has not yet hit puberty... Or he will stuff it, and use it as a stuffed animal, and 'cuddle' with is on those lonely nights. I('ve got you all figured out, Ed!