05-29-2004, 11:29 PM | #7 (permalink) | |
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i know a guy who is a klepto drunk, every saturday night for an entire month he'd be down the Oaks (for those who know Sydney), and without fail he'd suddenly grab a bar stool and sprint out the door. now theres nothing funnier than watching some pissed idiot loping down the road with a bar stool under his arm, and three BIG maori bouncers chasing after him.
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05-29-2004, 11:35 PM | #8 (permalink) |
With a mustache, the cool factor would be too much
Location: left side of my couch, East Texas
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I always wanted to steal a shopping cart as a kid and ride down the long hill in my old neighborhood.
Closest I came to that was a Radio Flyer red wagon.
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05-30-2004, 11:29 PM | #18 (permalink) |
She's Actual Size
Location: Central Republic of Where-in-the-Hell
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That's just....creepy.
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05-30-2004, 11:53 PM | #20 (permalink) |
She's Actual Size
Location: Central Republic of Where-in-the-Hell
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What I MEANT to say was, oh, what a handsome little gnome. I'll make him some popcorn. *nods emphatically*
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"...for though she was ordinary, she possessed health, wit, courage, charm, and cheerfulness. But because she was not beautiful, no one ever seemed to notice these other qualities, which is so often the way of the world." "Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" |
06-01-2004, 11:27 AM | #25 (permalink) |
Everything's better with bacon
Location: In your local grocer's freezer.
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Looks like he'd chew through your chest to get to the soft fleshy meat of your still beating heart. Only instead of eating it all at once he would work feverishly to keep you alive while he stripped off one tasty layer after another to feed his bloodlust.
Or maybe he's just saying "hi". I'm sure it's the former though.
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06-02-2004, 11:51 AM | #28 (permalink) |
Getting it.
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We had a garden gnome that lived under a bush in our backyard... One day as my son was charging around the backyard with a metal bucket on his head. Sadly, when he inevitably tripped the garden gnome was broken...
He lay for a time, in peices beneath the bush he loved so. One morning the shards that we called The Gnome, were gone. I like to believe that the garden fairies took it upon themselves to whisk him off to Avalon (that's so much more romantic than the dustbin reality).
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