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penis.

I think we've done that gag.

*Sigh!*

Belvedere, hand me the blunderbuss and a bucket of rusty nails, will you, old legume. Someone is asking for a perforated gluteus.

Yes! 3rd post!

Mommy?

So Cherry-Blasted Dried Plums are female?

Only if you want them to be ...

Well, they _do_ have those disgusting flavorings brutally injected into their slimy inner regions. Sounds rather similar.

I am of the opinion that the blunderbuss is one of the finest weapons ever. Not for style or functionality reasons, but merely becasue you can stuff any old damn thing in there and then shoot it at someone. Marvelous. Get out the rotten pork and the caltrops, here come those damn neighbor kids again...

Billy Mays here:

Blunderbuss,caltrops and rotten pork-cant wait for Mr.Tidwell to run with this one.

Kaboom!

Oh wow, another gem from the makers of Hangman Bible.

The web site says it is 'Designed for Sole Proprietors'. But I am guessing it could be adapted for other species of fish too.

Ah, fuddy, me old duddy.

Good to see you haven't found your sense of humour, old loin chop!

Keep those assegais a'stabbing. I love to see a blood-puddle in these hallowed halls of hooliganism.

Belvedere, my spyglass and a balloon of Mother McGee's Cottontail-Filtered Brandy, s'il vous plait. The Roman circus is back in town!

Finally there's an ap that's ap-enough to fill my CPU like a real ap should...

And, Mr. Boy? The Roman circus never left town, they simply ran out of barbarians from time to time. Hardly a problem at PvT.

I wonder, Mr Liebnitz, whether the Roman circus might have considered the Republican Party of the United States of American in their quest for barbarians?

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As the "head honcho" of the Republican Party (boy, they ain't kiddin') of the United States of Amerrican, I wish to reassurize y'all that we an no barbiques. No sirree, that thar outdoor grillin' stuff is for them Demo-crats. Our parties are strickly limited to cocaine orgys. Just ask my good ol' boy Trent Lotta-Hotta. Cheney sure can let go some massive WMDs during them cabinet meetings, though.

My understanding is that the Republican Party got it's name sometime about the time of Emperor Tiberius. Their regular tail-gate parties before the annihilation of former members of the Republic were so memorable as to transcend the ages.

SCO is going down!

on Norm O Tidwell. And he likes it.

I'm a fake Norm. Can I get Lindows to go down on me? I promise to like it.

I have a big wiener.

The quality of comments has steadily declined over the last couple of months, with the exception of enriching posts by Aussie, Thuros, myself, and, occasionaly, fuddes. Let's pick it up people. We used to have epic post battles, the likes of which had never been seen. Now we've been reduced to weiner jokes. I'm gonna go meld with my X-Box and contemplate our lack of enthusiasm.

Well, Nick, I could wax eloquent about the relativistic impact on quantum mechanics that the unipositive Hydrargyrum cation exemplifies, or the metaphysical implications of group theory in its application to X-ray crystallography, but I'm sure all of the illustrious readers of a web site of this intellectual caliber are already familiar with such mundane things. Hence, I make wiener jokes instead.

I waxed eloquent once. That was the day the state took my children away. And I don't mean the show.