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10-13-2003, 06:18 PM
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Junkie
Location: Chicago
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Farmer's Daughters
A farmer is raising three beautiful daughters all on his own after his wife passed away. He is very protective of them as they grow up. Finally, his daughters reach the age at which they will start dating.
A day arrives on which all three daughters have dates. The father decides to meet each of his daughters' dates at the door while holding a rifle in the hopes of intimidating the boys while he gives them the once-over. The doorbell rings for the first daughter. The father opens it and there stands a young man who says, "Hi, I'm Joe. I'm here for Flo. We're going to show. Is she ready to go?" The father looks him over, decides everything is okay and sends them on their way. A few minutes later the doorbell rings again. He answers it and the boy at the door says, "Hi, I'm Freddy. I'm here for Betty. We're going for spaghetti. Is she ready?" The father looks him over, decides that he's okay, too and sends them on their way. Finally, the doorbell rings for the third time. The father answers the door. The boy says, "Hi, I'm Chuck..." so the father shot him.
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10-23-2003, 06:23 PM
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Insane
Location: Rio Grande Valley, Texas
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That one was good...though the delivery could use a little work (maybe a *boom* in there somewhere), and we need to come up with a name for the girl.
But excellent 
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10-23-2003, 06:37 PM
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The Ultimate Badass
Location: Tampa
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.... i so would hate to be that guy.... sentenced to death before u could even begin your second sentence....
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