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 sorry I failed your recruiting efforts, Jet.  But I know almost nothing about pro football...other than I notice the cheerleaders are generally cute. 
	You seem to be blessed with a nice treasure chest, ring. I favor soft and warm.  | 
		
 Soccer. 
	Athletes. Running for what seems forever. Sweating. Loving the running- the occasional darts, and twists, Forever. http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/h...gy/5196276.jpg  | 
		
 crap, I think I overstayed my recruitment time by one hour and 8 posts. 
	I have a perfect picture to follow the one above, but I'll wait until next week. Vanishment.  | 
		
 * Poof *  
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 Something about October and a Phoenix. 
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 Guess what else 
	I might be thinking? No, wait, don't!  | 
		
 Status quotidian. 
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 We've got to take offense against the status quo. 
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 Don't worry. 
	I will say nothing- never have.  | 
		
 Three men in black said, "Don't report this." 
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 mean what your thinking, and think anything, why not?"  | 
		
 All due respect to Yusef, Who rocked at one point, and apparently has begun to rock again in his dotage, that song makes me think of this one.... 
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 I feeble-mindedly excuse you. 
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 reminds me of a partial green moon 
	This is a Phillies' moon http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...illiesmoon.jpg  | 
		
 Light your torch, Nick. 
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 You said dotage. 
	Cool.  | 
		
 Well you know that you're over the hill when your mind makes a promise that your body can't fill. 
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 Cheerios, fried, 
	In butter & then drizzled with maple syrup. (You should try some!)  | 
		
 come on baby light my fire 
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 Sparklers with prismatic glasses, man. 
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 Well we go splashing, 
	enjoying what we can be & what we have been.  | 
		
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 roll another one, just like the other one 
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 Man this is a longgggg thread....... 
	.....still long...... .......................oh! still going..............  | 
		
 never mind that. Just keep posting.... 
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	---------- Post added at 08:05 AM ---------- Previous post was at 08:02 AM ---------- I mean I've no math & I'm not even counting. Call me tomorrow.  | 
		
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 Ooh. Bouncey! 
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 A good trampoline 
	might make you hard, finding it. Please don't break your neck.  | 
		
 ...unless you want to go real fast, then "break neck" is good. 
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 HELP!  I just knead it. 
	Sex didn't come up once then, though I meant it to.  | 
		
 never did it on a trampoline but it's not too late 
	note to self: try it soon http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...0717804866.gif  | 
		
 
/ everyone avoids me like a cyclone ranger. 
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 I always just called them chain-link fences. 
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 I can picture that. 
	It isn't like I want to, but thank you, my ring. (for everything)  | 
		
 One-a-day. 
	At least.  | 
		
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 Fetch me another exotic cheroot! 
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 Part 2, then 
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 Yikes. 
	Irish Rhino sounds kinda like it would at least have smiling eyes or something.  | 
		
 Well, perhaps a smiling horn. :-) 
	The Missus brought a bug back with her from visiting her friend in Cork. I was able to supress it well enough to sing on my birthday, but it was not a pleasant week. Head full of butter.  | 
		
 I call mine the Phoenix. 
	High fever and headache. No other symptoms really. It's charring. I'll need unsalted butter. Hope you feel better soon.  | 
		
 Oh, I'm just about over it. Just some legacy phlegm. 
	And I hope you feel better soon too.  | 
		
 wadda ya take for a haddock? 
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 Dill and two slices of lemon, washed down with melted butter. 
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 I saw that as hammock. 
	I remember the old, plop-plop-fizz-fizz commercials.  | 
		
 Each time I asked god 
	for anything beautiful it was quite ready.  | 
		
 Ringing the dinner bell. 
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 Where's my waitress? 
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 I'm hungry. 
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 Ravenous. 
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 J'Aurais Toujours Faim de Toi 
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 Figure out what means 
	we use to get what we want - it is our bodies.  | 
		
 Drive-train brains. 
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 Not that there's anything wrong with that.... 
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 I have alluded 
	to our commonality & I require it.  | 
		
 Prerequisites. 
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 That other thread seems to be about 2381 posts ahead of us at this moment....dammit! 
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 Your despair 
	is unbecoming of belief.  | 
		
 Thank you, sir.  We have made progress and I feel much better already. 
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 Me two. 
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 HEY!  It's just us here: 
	Insertion cannot hurt you until you believe. Peace & Joy!  | 
		
 Our Heroes for ghosts? 
	I dunno, I don't think so. I wish you were here. You keep us well fed, yet hungry for more. http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/h...d20feeding.jpg  | 
		
 bigfishsandwich, mmm, yea 
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 What!? It's a fish bowl? 
	I'm a little bit confused. Where is the cupboard?  | 
		
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 I see taste buds. 
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 ... Zzz 
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 good night, sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite 
	http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...bug-bites0.jpg Bed Bug Bites by Sylvia Anderson - Diseases and Disorders - Alternative Health Journal  | 
		
 Well, I think we can guarantee that I will get less sleep than I had planned having seen that lovely little critter.... 
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 I like to wake up slow and easy...so was listening to this this morning. 
	I love this album, though the production is a little smaltzy...otherwise, not much more Clifford to be had.  | 
		
 Sundays are good days for: 
	Herb Albert & The Tijuana Brass playing while- The Omelettes cook slowly.  | 
		
 
I think I'd like a steak for dinner. 
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 I saw/heard Herb & TB live on Steel Pier in Atlantic City.  And the high-diving horse, too. 
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 I always wanted to ask my Dad: "What's with all the bull-fight posters?" 
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 Yeah. 
	Dad knew how to keep me quiet. He kept feeding me his Manhattan soaked Maraschino cherries. I sense a palindrome soon.  | 
		
 I love Palindromes! 
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 ..incoming from left field.. 
	"I hear you eat a piston engine, raw"  | 
		
 ...anticipation!  I like it! 
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 man... still on page 480. 
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 You know of Moab? 
	He had no clue, as you know, but kept on building. (No offense, you silly mexican-squeamish.)  | 
		
 "Out damn spot." 
	Lady Macbeth needs a fresh pair of gloves.  | 
		
 See Spot run.  Run. Run. Run.  See Dick and Jane.  Funny funny Dick and Jane. 
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 EVERYTHING GETS BLOW'D UP! 
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 I avoid anything with "e-..." or "e*...", or variations thereof, associated with the name. 
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 I don't advantage 
	pain or grief, & less, despair. You have to know why. (...I just had another lovely bowl of soup.) (Does anybody know what a twit is?)  | 
		
 
These are twits. 
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 goddamn twits!  How did they ever get an E-type Jag!   
	...though those twit field games sure look like fun to me, the twit-babes appear to be on the cute side.  | 
		
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