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Ok.

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*Bonus points to those who recognise what this picture is from.

only because you said please

Posting to say that I absolutely refused to reply to such a dumb* thread.













* Good Idea.

:hmm:

The thing you have to bear in mind with drinking rubbing alcohol is that it will give you the shits AND make you have to hurl. If you have both at once, but only have one toilet, then it becomes a matter of which you want to clean up less. And trust me, whereas vomit is no joy to clean up, liquid shit is HOT LAVA, okay? It will destroy whatever it touches.
Also, if you sit down, you can aim your vomit towards the bathtub, which you can't do with your anus.

This is valuable information, I shall keep this in mind. Thank you very much. Also:

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Digging ditches dampens Dudleys' dungerees, decidedly.

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Hast Du etwas Zeit für mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied fuer Dich
Von 99 Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Denkst Du vielleicht grad' an mich
Dann singe ich ein Lied fuer Dich
Von 99 Luftballons
Und dass sowas von sowas kommt

99 Luftballons
Auf ihrem Weg zum Horizont
Hielt man fuer UFOs aus dem All
Darum schickte ein General
Eine Fliegerstaffel hinterher
Alarm zu geben, wenn es so war
Dabei war da am Horizont
Nur 99 Luftballons

99 Duesenjaeger
Jeder war ein grosser Krieger
Hielten sich fuer Captain Kirk
Das gab ein grosses Feuerwerk
Die Nachbarn haben nichts gerafft
Und fuehlten sich gleich angemacht
Dabei schoss man am Horizont
Auf 99 Luftballons

99 Kriegsminister
Streichholz und Benzinkanister
Hielten sich fuer schlaue Leute
Witterten schon fette Beute
Riefen: Krieg und wollten Macht
Mann, wer haette das gedacht
Dass es einmal soweit kommt
Wegen 99 Luftballons

Penis.

...so then I cut off that whore's hand, right? And then I was all like, "NOW who can't whold an erection, bitch!?"

I'm the Queen of France!

Yes, you win! I salute thee!

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Okay

It's KRINKLE!

BLAST! I was too late post on the queen of France. Can I still get bonus points for having a big spoon in my avatar?

Batman, you will always get bonus points for having a big spoon in your avatar. :D<3

Yes, because your spoon is too big.

All present and accounted for.

Oh, that's good... :p

SO there we were.... riding through the hills of West Virginia in a 1956 Chevy pickup. Granted, most of the truck had rusted away, but what was left was still completely drivable, especially if your name is Irwin and you have no teeth left. I'm sitting there riding shotgun next to Irwin with a seat spring poking me squarely in the left ass cheek, and I was suddenly feeling mighty nervous about our cargo. We were hauling seven 55 gallon drums filled to the brim with shotgun shells... aside from the seven drums of 12 Gauge glory, we carried one single frozen pig. There was nothing special about the pig. It was just your average run-of-the-mill dead pig which had been cleaned and frozen and was awaiting consumption at the hands of Irwin. The pig was placed ever so carefully inside one of the barrels of shells, which was only half full. Irwin had done this so that the pig wouldnt roll around and fall out of one of the numerous holes in the bed of the Chevy. We had been travelling for about an hour when Irwin hit a pothole in the dirt road. Suddenly a load roar erupted from the bed of the truck, and above us could be seen a 38 and one half pound pig soaring through the air. The pig kept climbing in altitude until it could no longer be seen. Irwin was a little mad, more at the loss of the pig than of the shotgun ammo, but to this day, he swears that that single airborn pig is why aliens abduct cattle. "They just want to git they wierd twisted space asses some bar-b-que!"

giggity giggity

Quagmire: " How old are you?"
Girl: "16"
Quagmire: "18? You're first!"
Girl: "Mom!"
Quagmire: "I like where this is going!"

You have something time for me then sing I a song for you from 99
ballons on its way to the horizon think you degrees ' of me then
perhaps sing I a song for you from 99 ballons and that sowas of sowas
comes

one regarded 99 ballons on its way to the horizon as uFOs from
the universe therefore sent a general a flier relay afterwards alarm
to give, if it like that was thereby was there on the horizon only 99 ballons

99 jet military planes of everyone was not a large krieger held
themselves for Captain Kirk gave large fireworks the neighbours
anything gerafft and felt thereby shot equivalent put on one on the
horizon on 99 ballons

99 war Ministers match and gasoline can regarded themselves as
smart people Witterten already fat booty scoring: War and wanted power man, who would have that meant that it once so far comes ways 99 ballons

I thought you'd know by now... THERE IS NO SPOON!

:)
 

It's not the spoon you have to bend... but the will of the spoon.

THat's the picture from when KWSN hit his head on the ceiling fan on his porch when he jumped into it.

hi.

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that's my dog. one of two.

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Yeah.. well I'm the Pope of Chilli town!

go to this site for the german/german direct translation/english song version comparison
http://www.inthe80s.com/redger3.shtml

I think mine, poorly translated by an online translator, is funnier.

Its rejected....winner of several short film awards I believe.

Funny stuff.

"My anus is bleeding!"

It's

"I am the Queen of France!"

not

"I'm the Queen of France!"

Honestly, some people...

that's such a cute dog, bernadette :)

im tired, yet wont go to sleep.

Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this
continent a new nation, conceived in liberty and dedicated to the
proposition that all men are created equal. Now we are engaged in
a great civil war, testing whether that nation or any nation so
conceived and so dedicated can long endure. We are met on a great
battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of
that field as a final resting-place for those who here gave their
lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and
proper that we should do this. But in a larger sense, we cannot
dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground.
The brave men, living and dead who struggled here have consecrated
it far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will
little note nor long remember what we say here, but it can never
forget what they did here. It is for us the living rather to be
dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here
have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here
dedicated to the great task remaining before us--that from these
honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which
they gave the last full measure of devotion--that we here highly
resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain, that this
nation under God shall have a new birth of freedom, and that
government of the people, by the people, for the people shall
not perish from the earth.