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Q: Will I play my guitar at least semi-coherently at Fitz? A: NO WAY! Some people refrain from beating a dead horse. Personally, I find a myriad of entertainment value when beating it until it becomes a horse-smoothie.

Once upon a time there was a one-legged man and his loyal dog Neo Sporran. He went to Wok his dog at a chinese opium den filled with New York Giants, when out of the haze there suddenly came a glowing fart! The giant turtle that farted screamed "STOP! Hammer time!" Meanwhile, climbing aboard the space shuttle, the door gunner took his best shot, and unfortunately had an LSD flash back. He kept hearing very loud voices saying "STOP! HAmmer Time!" But they would not listen. Meanwhile, back in the den, the linebacker who held the match sat thinking about sulfur, but he realized that it wasn't the match or the turtle, it was the zebra! The zebra kept wondering why he kept seeing men in skirts and gold chained nipple clamps, singing Cher songs from the 70's. In an attempt to regain his sanity, the zebra ran to his local subway restaraunt, where he promptly ordered a foot long chicken mayo with onion, tomato, lettuce, chili, olives, peppers and honey and mustard sauce, after which he proceeded to the local morgue to pick up his laundry. When he got to the morgue, he made the horrifying discovery that his laundry had been used to dress a corpse which was sent to mythbusters for an experiment about one legged men on pogo sticks. The zebra went to the set of mythbusters and ate his sammich. The linebacker knew what he had to do. He went to the liquor store and bought a handle of 151. He set his mind on drinking until he couldn't feel feelings anymore. He was heartbroken. "That zebra has Some people refrain from beating a dead horse. Personally, I find a myriad of entertainment value when beating it until it becomes a horse-smoothie.

was the smelly kid in school Some people refrain from beating a dead horse. Personally, I find a myriad of entertainment value when beating it until it becomes a horse-smoothie.

QuoteOnce upon a time there was a one-legged man and his loyal dog Neo Sporran. He went to Wok his dog at a chinese opium den filled with New York Giants, when out of the haze there suddenly came a glowing fart! The giant turtle that farted screamed "STOP! Hammer time!" Meanwhile, climbing aboard the space shuttle, the door gunner took his best shot, and unfortunately had an LSD flash back. He kept hearing very loud voices saying "STOP! HAmmer Time!" But they would not listen. Meanwhile, back in the den, the linebacker who held the match sat thinking about sulfur, but he realized that it wasn't the match or the turtle, it was the zebra! The zebra kept wondering why he kept seeing men in skirts and gold chained nipple clamps, singing Cher songs from the 70's. In an attempt to regain his sanity, the zebra ran to his local subway restaraunt, where he promptly ordered a foot long chicken mayo with onion, tomato, lettuce, chili, olives, peppers and honey and mustard sauce, after which he proceeded to the local morgue to pick up his laundry. When he got to the morgue, he made the horrifying discovery that his laundry had been used to dress a corpse which was sent to mythbusters for an experiment about one legged men on pogo sticks. The zebra went to the set of mythbusters and ate his sammich. The linebacker knew what he had to do. Some people refrain from beating a dead horse. Personally, I find a myriad of entertainment value when beating it until it becomes a horse-smoothie.

open-mouth kissed a horse once. Some people refrain from beating a dead horse. Personally, I find a myriad of entertainment value when beating it until it becomes a horse-smoothie.

QuoteQuoteOnce upon a time there was a one-legged man and his loyal dog Neo Sporran. He went to Wok his dog at a chinese opium den filled with New York Giants, when out of the haze there suddenly came a glowing fart! The giant turtle that farted screamed "STOP! Hammer time!" Meanwhile, climbing aboard the space shuttle, the door gunner took his best shot, and unfortunately had an LSD flash back. He kept hearing very loud voices saying "STOP! HAmmer Time!" But they would not listen. Meanwhile, back in the den, the linebacker who held the match sat thinking about sulfur, but he realized that it wasn't the match or the turtle, it was the zebra! The zebra kept wondering why he kept seeing men in skirts and gold chained nipple clamps, singing Cher songs from the 70's. In an attempt to regain his sanity, the zebra ran to his local subway restaraunt, where he promptly ordered a foot long chicken mayo with onion, tomato, lettuce, chili, olives, peppers and honey and mustard sauce, after which he proceeded to the local morgue to pick up his laundry. When he got to the morgue, he made the horrifying discovery that his laundry had been used to dress a corpse which was sent to mythbusters for an experiment about Some people refrain from beating a dead horse. Personally, I find a myriad of entertainment value when beating it until it becomes a horse-smoothie.

Poke: You've been lost for years and a coach ain't a-gonna help you. Say, speaking of pokes...do you still have the fire poker you guys made at Statesboro? Somehow it seems that skydive blacksmithing has become a lost art. Of course! It is always in the back of the truck! Ya know, just in case a fire needs poking ! Get yer penis out of the bonfire! Some people refrain from beating a dead horse. Personally, I find a myriad of entertainment value when beating it until it becomes a horse-smoothie.

Once upon a time there was a one-legged man and his loyal dog Neo Sporran. He went to Wok his dog at a chinese opium den filled with New York Giants, when out of the haze there suddenly came a glowing fart! The giant turtle that farted screamed "STOP! Hammer time!" Meanwhile, climbing aboard the space shuttle, the door gunner took his best shot, and unfortunately had an LSD flash back. He kept hearing very loud voices saying "STOP! HAmmer Time!" But they would not listen. Meanwhile, back in the den, the linebacker who held the match sat thinking about sulfur, but he realized that it wasn't the match or the turtle, it was the zebra! The zebra kept wondering why he kept seeing men in skirts and gold chained nipple clamps, singing Cher songs from the 70's. In an attempt to regain his sanity, the zebra ran to his local subway restaraunt, where he promptly ordered a foot long chicken mayo with onion, tomato, lettuce, chili, olives, peppers and honey and mustard sauce, after which he proceeded to the local morgue to pick up his laundry. Some people refrain from beating a dead horse. Personally, I find a myriad of entertainment value when beating it until it becomes a horse-smoothie.

I prefer P v P. I prefer PVC. Serves plenty of uses in addition to just plumbing.

I think thats how many seconds they last. I hope so... it'd be pretty awkward to feel like you're carryin' a spare tire around. Some people refrain from beating a dead horse. Personally, I find a myriad of entertainment value when beating it until it becomes a horse-smoothie.

Where'd all the hookers go? Some people refrain from beating a dead horse. Personally, I find a myriad of entertainment value when beating it until it becomes a horse-smoothie.

Once upon a time there was a one-legged man and his loyal dog Neo Sporran. He went to Wok his dog at a chinese opium den filled with New York Giants, when out of the haze there suddenly came a glowing fart! The giant turtle that farted screamed "STOP! Hammer time!" Meanwhile, climbing aboard the space shuttle, the door gunner took his best shot, and unfortunately had an LSD flash back. He kept hearing very loud voices saying "STOP! HAmmer Time!" But they would not listen. Meanwhile, back in the den, the linebacker who held the match sat thinking about sulfur, but he realized that it wasn't the match or the turtle, it was the zebra! The zebra kept wondering why he kept seeing men in skirts and gold chained nipple clamps, singing Cher songs from the 70's. In an attempt to regain his sanity, the zebra ran to his local subway restaraunt Some people refrain from beating a dead horse. Personally, I find a myriad of entertainment value when beating it until it becomes a horse-smoothie.

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What am I doing in a retirement home? Some people refrain from beating a dead horse. Personally, I find a myriad of entertainment value when beating it until it becomes a horse-smoothie.

Where's the cat? Some people refrain from beating a dead horse. Personally, I find a myriad of entertainment value when beating it until it becomes a horse-smoothie.

doesn't leave the fan on when he leaves the bathroom. Some people refrain from beating a dead horse. Personally, I find a myriad of entertainment value when beating it until it becomes a horse-smoothie.

loves midget porn. (Sorry Gia) Some people refrain from beating a dead horse. Personally, I find a myriad of entertainment value when beating it until it becomes a horse-smoothie.

Once upon a time there was a one-legged man and his loyal dog Neo Sporran. He went to Wok his dog at a chinese opium den filled with New York Giants, when out of the haze there suddenly came a glowing fart! The giant turtle that farted screamed "STOP! Hammer time!" Meanwhile, climbing aboard the space shuttle, the door gunner took his best shot, and unfortunately had an LSD flash back. He kept hearing very loud voices saying "STOP! HAmmer Time!" But they would not listen. Meanwhile, back in the den, the linebacker who held the match sat thinking about sulfur, but he realized that it wasn't the match or the turtle, it was the zebra! The zebra kept wondering why he kept seeing men in skirts and gold chained nipple clamps, singing Cher songs from the 70's. In an attempt to regain his sanity, Some people refrain from beating a dead horse. Personally, I find a myriad of entertainment value when beating it until it becomes a horse-smoothie.

QuoteOnce upon a time there was a one-legged man Some people refrain from beating a dead horse. Personally, I find a myriad of entertainment value when beating it until it becomes a horse-smoothie.

Once upon a.... Please continue. Some people refrain from beating a dead horse. Personally, I find a myriad of entertainment value when beating it until it becomes a horse-smoothie.

A little jingle to get you all in the spirit... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MZ35SOU9HTM Some people refrain from beating a dead horse. Personally, I find a myriad of entertainment value when beating it until it becomes a horse-smoothie.

so YOU'RE the reason she wears her sunglasses at night? I thought it was to stare at Joey's penis. Yes. Some people refrain from beating a dead horse. Personally, I find a myriad of entertainment value when beating it until it becomes a horse-smoothie.

We jump with a reserve "just in case"; I jump with a jumpsuit "just in case" too. Enough about this, there's plenty of sexy ladies and men who will wear one. (and other people too) I'm sure we'll be seeing corsets all weekend! There ya go Normiss... FIFY Some people refrain from beating a dead horse. Personally, I find a myriad of entertainment value when beating it until it becomes a horse-smoothie.

I had to give my ass a break before sitting down for a few hours after that paddling. Some people refrain from beating a dead horse. Personally, I find a myriad of entertainment value when beating it until it becomes a horse-smoothie.

Some people refrain from beating a dead horse. Personally, I find a myriad of entertainment value when beating it until it becomes a horse-smoothie.