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11/17/2005 11:00:44 PM · #126 |
I do wish we could chat longer, but I'm having an old friend for dinner
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11/17/2005 11:01:05 PM · #127 |
| Billy have you ever seen a grown man naked? |
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11/17/2005 11:02:03 PM · #128 |
| ... and quit calling me Shirley! |
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11/17/2005 11:03:14 PM · #129 |
| There's trouble in River City |
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11/17/2005 11:03:18 PM · #130 |
Originally posted by idnic:
I do wish we could chat longer, but I'm having an old friend for dinner |
SOTL
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11/17/2005 11:04:51 PM · #131 |
| It's fourth and fifteen and you're lookin at a full court press. |
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11/17/2005 11:05:08 PM · #132 |
I'm not bad. I'm just drawn that way
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11/17/2005 11:06:11 PM · #133 |
Originally posted by tryals15:
... and quit calling me Shirley! |
You picked the wrong week to quit smokin' weed.
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11/17/2005 11:06:27 PM · #134 |
| I know, you take a chance of gettin up in the morning and crossing the street or sticking your face in a fan |
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11/17/2005 11:06:56 PM · #135 |
| I ran out of gas. I had a flat tire. I didn't have enough money for cab fare. My tux didn't come back from the cleaners. An old friend came in from out of town. Someone stole my car. There was an earthquake! A terrible flood! Locusts! It wasn't my fault, I swear to god! |
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11/17/2005 11:07:08 PM · #136 |
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11/17/2005 11:07:43 PM · #137 |
You need to be kissed. And often. And by someone who knows how
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11/17/2005 11:09:38 PM · #138 |
...'sorry, i'm not really good with.... people.'
'....neither am i'.
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11/17/2005 11:09:56 PM · #139 |
| I can't hear you, you're trailing off and did I catch a niner in there? Were you calling from a walkie-talkie? |
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11/17/2005 11:10:30 PM · #140 |
| I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days. |
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11/17/2005 11:10:58 PM · #141 |
Originally posted by laurielblack:
I can't hear you, you're trailing off and did I catch a niner in there? Were you calling from a walkie-talkie? |
The string must 'a broke.
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11/17/2005 11:11:01 PM · #142 |
| It's the same old story boy finds girl, boy loses girl, boy forgets girl, boy remembers girl, girl dies in a tragic blimp accident over the orange bowl on new years day |
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11/17/2005 11:12:51 PM · #143 |
You know I love listening to you talk. I hate living with you but your conversation is first rate
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11/17/2005 11:13:52 PM · #144 |
| No the guy with the rubber glove was surprisingly gentle. |
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11/17/2005 11:15:18 PM · #145 |
| God of Rock, thank you for this chance to kick ass. We are your humble servants. Please give us the power to blow people's minds with our high voltage rock. In your name we pray, Amen. |
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11/17/2005 11:15:49 PM · #146 |
| I want you to get up right now, sit up, go to your windows, open them and stick your head out and yell - 'I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore!' |
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11/17/2005 11:16:09 PM · #147 |
| Is it number one or number two? I just want to know how much time I have. |
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11/17/2005 11:18:09 PM · #148 |
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11/17/2005 11:19:29 PM · #149 |
Originally posted by laurielblack:
God of Rock, thank you for this chance to kick ass. We are your humble servants. Please give us the power to blow people's minds with our high voltage rock. In your name we pray, Amen. |
- JB
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11/17/2005 11:19:30 PM · #150 |
Originally posted by jsas:
All righty then! |
Maybe I'll give you a call some time. You're number's still 911, right?
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