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05-30-2008, 02:02 PM
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Junkie
Location: NYC
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Good comeback line
The suspect explained that as he was passing a pumpkin patch on his way home from a drinking session when he decided to stop, "You know how a pumpkin is soft and squishy inside, and there was no one around for miles or at least I thought there wasn't anyone around" he stated in a telephone interview.
Lawrence went on to say that he pulled over to the side of the road, picked out a pumpkin that he felt was appropriate to his purpose, cut a hole in it, and proceeded to satisfy his alleged 'need.' "Guess I was really into it, you know?" he commented with evident embarrassment. In the process of doing the deed, Lawrence failed to notice an approaching police car and was unaware of his audience until officer Brenda Taylor approached him. "It was an unusual situation, that's for sure," said officer Taylor. "I walked up to Lawrence and he's just banging away at this pumpkin." Officer Taylor went on to describe what happened when she approached Lawrence. "I said, "Excuse me sir, but do you realize that you're having sex with a pumpkin?" He froze and was clearly very surprised that I was there, and then he looked me straight in the face and said... "A pumpkin? Shit...is it midnight already?" |
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05-30-2008, 02:03 PM
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Upright
Location: reykjavík, iceland
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/me giggles
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05-30-2008, 04:46 PM
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Master Thief. Master Criminal. Masturbator.
Location: Windiwana
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nicely done.
i got a real kick out of that one.
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05-30-2008, 08:51 PM
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eats puppies and shits rainbows
Location: An Area of Space Occupied by a Population, SC, USA
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Oh bravo, I'm using that one. It feels so classy yet so dirty at the same time.
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06-17-2008, 10:11 PM
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... a sort of licensed troubleshooter.
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06-17-2008, 11:30 PM
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Misanthropic
Location: Ohio! yay!
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Copypasta:
It was the night of the palace ball and Cinderella couldn't stop crying. Her fairy God-mother was very distraught. "Cinderella," she said, "Why are you crying? You have a beautiful gown, a shiny pair of glass slippers, and you're about to have one of the best evenings of your life!" But Cinderella continued to cry. "I know," she said, sobbing, "but I've looked everywhere and I can't find my diaphragm! What am I going to do!?!" she cried again. The fairy Godmother thought for a moment, and then said, "I'll make you a diaphragm, but only for tonight and you HAVE to be back by midnight or it will turn into a pumpkin." "Thank you! Thank you!" she shrieked, and she went hurrying out the door so she wouldn't be late. The fairy God-mother smiled, happy to have pleased Cinderella so much. She settled down in front of the fire to await Cinderella's return. The fairy God-mother waited. And she waited. And she waited, until finally 12 o'clock rolled around and there was still no sign of Cinderella. The fairy God-mother started to get worried. One o'clock rolled around and then came two and then three and the fairy God-mother had worked herself into a frenzy thinking about all of the horrible things that could have happened to her. Suddenly, the door swings open and Cinderella comes sauntering in in a daze with a lazy smile painted on her face, a little drunken swagger in her walk and kind of breathes a tired hello. The fairy God-mother's eyes got big and she jumps up. "What happened? Are you ok?" she said with a frantic voice. "I'm just fine," she murmured. I was on my way home when I met the most lovely man.... Peter, Peter something or other."
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06-19-2008, 05:56 AM
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comfortably numb...
Super Moderator
Location: upstate
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hehe...
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