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My Bad!
Dr. Troof here, at your cervix...
It was pretty exciting here last week. I thought I spotted Elvis. Imagine! The King of Rock 'n' Roll!
I was wrong. It was only my sister. Instead of Elvis the Pelvis, it was Enos the Penis.
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Free weev!! Jail 1Conundrum!!!
The February 20, 2011 post on weev:talk on ED -------> 1Conundrum is at it again. My suggestion: No lube!
Free weev!
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Slip the blood to me, Bud
I'm thinking about closing my first set with "Transfusion" by Nervous Norvus. Anybody know the third verse?
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QUAD, Please.
Thinking about opening up the Keith Richards' bio the old lady bought me for Christmas and looking at more than just the pictures. Trying to figure out if it's fiction or non-fiction. Hard to believe that the hotel where he wrote the riff for "Satisfaction" is now owned and operated by the Scientologists.
But first, I made a trip to Starbucks. ( Read more... ) -
Go on. Ask him. He'll know.
Let's pick a date at random. Umm, okay, August 11, 1997. Now ask him what he IM'd to his mother on that date. Morning, afternoon, or evening. Doesn't matter. He's saved them all. Calling Dr. Freud.
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Oh yeah? So's your mother!
I think it's important to know that I don't trust any son of a bitch whose mother is a closet lesbian. I mean, I don't happen to trust THIS son of a bitch, PERIOD! But the fact that his mama keeps her past hidden from the little bastard, not to mention her husband, ain't gonna win any points with me, ya know what I mean? It would break his heart ( Read more... )
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