Christ. Seven years of college down the drain. Might as well join the f***ing Peace Corps.
Christ. Seven years of college down the drain. Might as well join the f***ing Peace Corps.
Ha ha he he,
Oh Keith you are killin me.You know you are right, I should have at least done something with my hair huh?
DarlingDiva
Not Deer! BEER!
My job is to make sure you do your job. I'm special council for internal affairs, so my...jurisdiction is pretty much in your face!
You've got me? Who's got you?
The key to faking out the parents is the clammy hands. It's a good non-specific symptom. I'm a big believer in it. A lot of people will tell you a good phoney fever is a deadlock, but you get a nervous mother, you could wind up in a doctor's office--that's worse than school. You fake a stomach cramp, and when you're bent over, moaning and wailing, you lick your palms. It's a little childish and stupid, but then so is high school.
Hey man check the first few pages. That one's already there...Originally Posted by El Gato Pollo Loco!!!
You're Abe Froman, the sausage king of Chicago?
Sorry, didn't mean harm...besides, 8 pages is a lot to go through (even if it was on the first page).....Originally Posted by floater
What did you expect? "Welcome sonny," "Make yourself at home," "Marry my daughter." You've got to remember, that these are just simple farmers, these are people of the land, the common clay of the new west. You know . . . morons.
Don't flatter yourself that friendship authorizes you to say disagreeable things to your intimates. The nearer you come into relation with a person, the more necessary do tact and courtesy become.
Do you know what it's like to fall in the mud and get kicked, in the head, by an iron boot? Of course you don't--no one does--that never happens
Why don't you wake up and smell what you're shoveling?
I'm just trying to choke down a twenty year old Twinkie.
Alright you primitive screw-heads, listen up. See this? This is my boomstick! It's a 12-gauge double-barreled Remington. S-Mart's top of the line. You can find this in the sporting goods department. That's right, this sweet baby was made in Grand Rapids, Michigan; retails for about one hundred nine, ninety-five. It's got a walnut stock, cobalt blue steel, and a hair trigger. That's right, shop smart, shop S-Mart!
I want a world where Frank junior and all the Frank juniors can sit under a shady tree, breathe the air, swim in the ocean, and go into a 7-11 without an interpreter.
The truth hurts doesn't it, Hapsburg? Oh, sure maybe not as much as jumping on a bike with the seat missing...
I gotta say something about that guy up there, and I can sum it all up in just one word: courage, dedication, daring, pride, pluck, spirit, grit, metal, and G-U-T-S, guts! Why, Ted Striker has got more guts in his little finger than most of us have in our large intestine, including the colon!
I guess irony can be pretty ironic at times.
Type something will ya, we're paying for this
Rusty: Dad, you must've jumped this thing 50 yards!
Clark: That's nothing to be proud of, Russ. (With a prideful smerk. Under his breath) Fifty yards.
Ahh, Danny, this isn't Russia. Is this Russia? This isn't Russia, is it?
A flute with no holes is not a flute. And, a doughnut with no hole is a Danish.
Yeah, but when the Pirates of the Carribean breaks down, the pirates don't eat the tourists.
They're not gonna catch us. We're on a mission from God!
It's got a cop motor, a 440 cubic inch plant, it's got cop tires, cop suspensions, cop shocks. It's a model made before catalytic converters so it'll run good on regular gas. What do you say, is it the new Bluesmobile or what?
Does this pole still work? Wow, this place is great, when can we move it, you gotta try this pole, i'm gonna ger my stuff. Hey, we should stay, tonight, sleep here, you know to try it out.
Blessed is he who in the name of charity and good will, shepards the weak from the valley of darkneess for he is truley my brothers keeper and the finder of lost children. And I shall strike down upon the with great vengence and furious anger, those who attemp to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord, when I lay my vegence upon the......NO!!!!!!!! (cap, cap, cap)
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