Hmmmmm..."What's a girl to do?" (Dkitten27)
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Did you know that modnar is backwards random? (Dkitten27)
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I am never wrong.
Well, once I thought I was wrong...But I was mistaken... (ArrowsDeja)
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I have nothing to tell you.
And that is importaint. (ArrowsDeja)
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okay, see if I really wanted to be cool, I too could post endless lists of random thoughts like some people whose names I won't mention. But, since I am just not as cool, I choose to waste my time doing other stupid things, ya know, like...getting out of the house. Thanks, that's all I have to say. (SMAC48)
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And now an auto biograpy....
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b ya jan jia w d l png (Sporq)
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Hi, hello, aloha, Buenas Dias, good morning. SPAZMATIC!! Crazyness wahooo
thanks (Chaders)
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Excuse me all, I meant nine letters - not eight. Apologies go out especially to SewerDude, who I claimed had too many letters in his name to be "real." I'm sorry, really, really sorry. (Biochick1)
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JaneDoe - don't let the man tell you what to do! If you want to pick your nose in public, by all means, pick away! Social norm moscial shnorms. Rules schmules. You know what I'm sayin', sister! (Biochick1)
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WLW gone? Say it isn't so, for the love of God, say it isn't so! (Biochick1)
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I have sad, sad news. Moments after I wrote my fond farewell to WLW, our system's administrator came over to me and told me that I am getting upgraded to Windows95 and will now have my own personal e-mail (through the company network and not through AOL). However, I will no longer have access to the modem, which means that I will no longer have AOL on my computer at work. So, I will no longer be around. I may still have an account (We'll see how long my company continues paying) and be able to sign on occasionally as a guest. Or, I may convince my roommate to put AOL on her computer. Either way, though, I will no longer be a regular poster. So sad. So sad. I'll miss you all, and if anyone wants my new email address, e-mail Tocadisco and he'll forward your message to me and if I decide you are not a psycho maniac, I'll give it to you. Goodbye, good luck, and best wishes for you all!! (Biochick1)
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Drew Blows! (Excalibare)
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Ok, you're pissing me off. (JaguarMel)
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how damn random do you have to be to get in this stupid game? (JaguarMel)
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How many friggin responses do I have to send in before I can get some free time!?!?!?!!? (JaguarMel)
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This sucks. (JaguarMel)
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And I'm mad. (JaguarMel)
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And don't iignore me just for the plain fact that I'm psychotic! (JaguarMel)
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I've had enough trouble with the FBI for that. (JaguarMel)
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I have to go pee. (JaguarMel)
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goodbye (JaguarMel)
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH! Now i feel better (KAPearce)
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I'm so said to see many of the regulars leave. As some of you know, Biochick is going away, so is WLW Snail. IZZO has faded and Magic Clams has lost his magical essence. I, the everlasting Tocadisco, will continue to play the Random Game and I welcome with open arms our new generation of players. (Tocadisco)
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FRENCH BREAD was posted twice last time I assume either someone likes it a lot or someone has %&$#@$ up, big time. Either way, here is the next chapter.
FRENCH BREAD: THE ONGOING NOVEL OF SEX, GREED, DRUGS, AND COWGIRLS
CHAPTER 1: THE MILK MAN AND THE PANDA appeared in the Random Game posting entitled "Milky way" and "Candy Bars".
CHAPTER 2: PANDA GETS A HAIRCUT appeared in the Random Game posting entitled "Is There any point in titling this?"
The Story So Far:
Giancarlo (pronounced Shon Car Low), the deranged milk man from France decided to quit his job and travel across the world. His first stop was to retrieve his companion Panda, who was being held captive by the clutches of the evil zookeeper. With devine wit, Giancarlo hid Panda in his pants and escaped. Panda bear then got a haircut from Giancarlo's strange and estranged wife, who gave him a Jennifer Aniston do. After being thrown out, Panda revealed that he can speak. Now for:
CHAPTER 3: THE LONG AND GOLDEN ROAD TO EURODISNEY
"Come on, you old piece of crap," the talking Panda said to Giancarlo.
"I'm coming, I'm coming Panda Bear," Giancarlo replied.
Then with a fury of anger unmatched by the angriest of muthas, Panda bear lifted Giancarlo and threw him to the wall. "Don't call me Panda Bear. It makes me sound like Pansy Bear, especially with this haircut and all."
Giancarlo laughed that remark off and said, "But you are a panda bear are you not? Yes, I will call you panda bear."
"NO. I don't call you old french maggot, you don't call me Panda bear. I want to be called Captain Sniffles.," the Panda said convincingly. "Now let's go to Eurodisney."
Having no transportation, the two hitched a ride with a passing truck. The truck driver looked at Giancarlo and then to Captain Sniffles. "Hey, aren't you the escaped Panda?'"
"No, no.," replied Giancarlo, "that was Mr. Panda. This is Captain Sniffles. Say hi to the man, Captain." But C.S. was silent. "Come on say something, Captain."
The truck driver spoke inquisitively, "You saying he talks?"
"Yes, he talks. He talked to me right before he beat me up."
The truck driver smiled, "Look, buddy, in my book, I think a man is a fool if he talks to animals. He's a bigger fool if he listens to them. Just thank god you aren't a milk man, cause than I'd have to kick your arse on pure principal."
Giancarlo put on his best poker face and then took it off because he never won a hand in his life. He decided to wing this one,"Nope, I ain't no bloody milk man. Those wankers deserve a swift kick in the gob. I myself am an english postal worker, a rival to the French milk man. I never could understand there way of life anyhow. Delivering milk, blahh."
The truck driver looked at Giancarlo, and began to smell him. "Smells like milk to me," he said as he slammed on the brakes. "Get out of the car you milk delivering scumbag." He threw Gian and C.S. out of the car and then proceeded to kick the crap out of Giancarlo. When he was through with that, he glanced over at Captain Sniffles, who was holding an axe in his paw.
"YOU HURT MY FRIEND, WILL DIE," Captain Sniffles screamed as he slashed ferociously at the truck driver with his axe. "I AM THE GRAND PANDA, YOU ARE MERELY MORTAL, BOW DOWN TO CAPTAIN SNIFFLES."
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20 Hours later, Gian and C.S. arrived at Eurodisney to find it closed down. The man at the gate told them to visit the great grave of Walt Disney where they will receive a sign from Uncle Walt's spirit. The gateman referred to Gian and Captain Sniffles as the chosen ones.
So they proceeded to America.
TO BE CONTINUED SOON IN CHAPTER THREE: ABOARD FLIGHT 348 TO AMERICA
OR
THE STEWARDESS FROM HELL
Send all postive comments to:
Tocadisco@aol.com
Send all negative comments to: Tocadisco@icantellyouwhatyoucandowithyourcomments.com (Tocadisco)
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FRENCH BREAD was posted twice last time I assume either someone likes it a lot or someone has %&$#@$ up, big time. Either way, here is the next chapter.
FRENCH BREAD: THE ONGOING NOVEL OF SEX, GREED, DRUGS, AND COWGIRLS
CHAPTER 1: THE MILK MAN AND THE PANDA appeared in the Random Game posting entitled "Milky way" and "Candy Bars".
CHAPTER 2: PANDA GETS A HAIRCUT appeared in the Random Game posting entitled "Is There any point in titling this?"
The Story So Far:
Giancarlo (pronounced Shon Car Low), the deranged milk man from France decided to quit his job and travel across the world. His first stop was to retrieve his companion Panda, who was being held captive by the clutches of the evil zookeeper. With devine wit, Giancarlo hid Panda in his pants and escaped. Panda bear then got a haircut from Giancarlo's strange and estranged wife, who gave him a Jennifer Aniston do. After being thrown out, Panda revealed that he can speak. Now for:
CHAPTER 3: THE LONG AND GOLDEN ROAD TO EURODISNEY
"Come on, you old piece of crap," the talking Panda said to Giancarlo.
"I'm coming, I'm coming Panda Bear," Giancarlo replied.
Then with a fury of anger unmatched by the angriest of muthas, Panda bear lifted Giancarlo and threw him to the wall. "Don't call me Panda Bear. It makes me sound like Pansy Bear, especially with this haircut and all."
Giancarlo laughed that remark off and said, "But you are a panda bear are you not? Yes, I will call you panda bear."
"NO. I don't call you old french maggot, you don't call me Panda bear. I want to be called Captain Sniffles.," the Panda said convincingly. "Now let's go to Eurodisney."
Having no transportation, the two hitched a ride with a passing truck. The truck driver looked at Giancarlo and then to Captain Sniffles. "Hey, aren't you the escaped Panda?'"
"No, no.," replied Giancarlo, "that was Mr. Panda. This is Captain Sniffles. Say hi to the man, Captain." But C.S. was silent. "Come on say something, Captain."
The truck driver spoke inquisitively, "You saying he talks?"
"Yes, he talks. He talked to me right before he beat me up."
The truck driver smiled, "Look, buddy, in my book, I think a man is a fool if he talks to animals. He's a bigger fool if he listens to them. Just thank god you aren't a milk man, cause than I'd have to kick your arse on pure principal."
Giancarlo put on his best poker face and then took it off because he never won a hand in his life. He decided to wing this one,"Nope, I ain't no bloody milk man. Those wankers deserve a swift kick in the gob. I myself am an english postal worker, a rival to the French milk man. I never could understand there way of life anyhow. Delivering milk, blahh."
The truck driver looked at Giancarlo, and began to smell him. "Smells like milk to me," he said as he slammed on the brakes. "Get out of the car you milk delivering scumbag." He threw Gian and C.S. out of the car and then proceeded to kick the crap out of Giancarlo. When he was through with that, he glanced over at Captain Sniffles, who was holding an axe in his paw.
"YOU HURT MY FRIEND, WILL DIE," Captain Sniffles screamed as he slashed ferociously at the truck driver with his axe. "I AM THE GRAND PANDA, YOU ARE MERELY MORTAL, BOW DOWN TO CAPTAIN SNIFFLES."
****
20 Hours later, Gian and C.S. arrived at Eurodisney to find it closed down. The man at the gate told them to visit the great grave of Walt Disney where they will receive a sign from Uncle Walt's spirit. The gateman referred to Gian and Captain Sniffles as the chosen ones.
So they proceeded to America.
TO BE CONTINUED SOON IN CHAPTER THREE: ABOARD FLIGHT 348 TO AMERICA
OR
THE STEWARDESS FROM HELL
Send all postive comments to:
Tocadisco@aol.com
Send all negative comments to: Tocadisco@icantellyouwhatyoucandowithyourcomments.com (Tocadisco)
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FRENCH BREAD was posted twice last time I assume either someone likes it a lot or someone has %&$#@$ up, big time. Either way, here is the next chapter.
FRENCH BREAD: THE ONGOING NOVEL OF SEX, GREED, DRUGS, AND COWGIRLS
CHAPTER 1: THE MILK MAN AND THE PANDA appeared in the Random Game posting entitled "Milky way" and "Candy Bars".
CHAPTER 2: PANDA GETS A HAIRCUT appeared in the Random Game posting entitled "Is There any point in titling this?"
The Story So Far:
Giancarlo (pronounced Shon Car Low), the deranged milk man from France decided to quit his job and travel across the world. His first stop was to retrieve his companion Panda, who was being held captive by the clutches of the evil zookeeper. With devine wit, Giancarlo hid Panda in his pants and escaped. Panda bear then got a haircut from Giancarlo's strange and estranged wife, who gave him a Jennifer Aniston do. After being thrown out, Panda revealed that he can speak. Now for:
CHAPTER 3: THE LONG AND GOLDEN ROAD TO EURODISNEY
"Come on, you old piece of crap," the talking Panda said to Giancarlo.
"I'm coming, I'm coming Panda Bear," Giancarlo replied.
Then with a fury of anger unmatched by the angriest of muthas, Panda bear lifted Giancarlo and threw him to the wall. "Don't call me Panda Bear. It makes me sound like Pansy Bear, especially with this haircut and all."
Giancarlo laughed that remark off and said, "But you are a panda bear are you not? Yes, I will call you panda bear."
"NO. I don't call you old french maggot, you don't call me Panda bear. I want to be called Captain Sniffles.," the Panda said convincingly. "Now let's go to Eurodisney."
Having no transportation, the two hitched a ride with a passing truck. The truck driver looked at Giancarlo and then to Captain Sniffles. "Hey, aren't you the escaped Panda?'"
"No, no.," replied Giancarlo, "that was Mr. Panda. This is Captain Sniffles. Say hi to the man, Captain." But C.S. was silent. "Come on say something, Captain."
The truck driver spoke inquisitively, "You saying he talks?"
"Yes, he talks. He talked to me right before he beat me up."
The truck driver smiled, "Look, buddy, in my book, I think a man is a fool if he talks to animals. He's a bigger fool if he listens to them. Just thank god you aren't a milk man, cause than I'd have to kick your arse on pure principal."
Giancarlo put on his best poker face and then took it off because he never won a hand in his life. He decided to wing this one,"Nope, I ain't no bloody milk man. Those wankers deserve a swift kick in the gob. I myself am an english postal worker, a rival to the French milk man. I never could understand there way of life anyhow. Delivering milk, blahh."
The truck driver looked at Giancarlo, and began to smell him. "Smells like milk to me," he said as he slammed on the brakes. "Get out of the car you milk delivering scumbag." He threw Gian and C.S. out of the car and then proceeded to kick the crap out of Giancarlo. When he was through with that, he glanced over at Captain Sniffles, who was holding an axe in his paw.
"YOU HURT MY FRIEND, WILL DIE," Captain Sniffles screamed as he slashed ferociously at the truck driver with his axe. "I AM THE GRAND PANDA, YOU ARE MERELY MORTAL, BOW DOWN TO CAPTAIN SNIFFLES."
****
20 Hours later, Gian and C.S. arrived at Eurodisney to find it closed down. The man at the gate told them to visit the great grave of Walt Disney where they will receive a sign from Uncle Walt's spirit. The gateman referred to Gian and Captain Sniffles as the chosen ones.
So they proceeded to America.
TO BE CONTINUED SOON IN CHAPTER THREE: ABOARD FLIGHT 348 TO AMERICA
OR
THE STEWARDESS FROM HELL
Send all postive comments to:
Tocadisco@aol.com
Send all negative comments to: Tocadisco@icantellyouwhatyoucandowithyourcomments.com (Tocadisco)
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I thought,... Oh no! another headache...
I've really got to stop that...
(ArrowsDeja)
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I have to pee, Thank you, thank you, I know how you all wanted to hear.... (ArrowsDeja)
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I can see you with my special X-Ray vision. (ArrowsDeja)
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Maybe lead paint soup wasn't such a good idea afterall... (ArrowsDeja)
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STUFF THAT SUCKS:
Young Rebulicans
AOL Bills
People who try to translate "Macarena" into English
Dorks who always say "See you next year!!!" on New Year's Eve
The annoying "BLOOOP!" the TV makes when someone cusses.
Age/ Sex checks
pEOplE wHO ThiNk tHEY'rE cLEvEr BEcaUSe tHEy wRItE LikE THiS
Dumbasses who spell "cool" as "kewl".
people who are too lazy to write in capital letters.
PEOPLE WHO ARE TOO LAZY TO TAKE CAPS OFF.
Keyword: SYSTEM RESPONSE
Singled Out
Turtlenecks
Mean People
People who "cleverly" sneak HO into their screen names.
(Mr Onliner)
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As far as I know, I have never won this game. How do you know if you have won this game? They never show any winners anywhere. Oh well, Life Sucks. (Kheetah)
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WLW is Leaving?!?!?!?! Oh no, there goes all the fun. Guess I will have to just live with the amusing words of Biochick1 and Magic Clams only. (Kheetah)
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Know what I'm thinking? (Chrsb)
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I'm going to send in a lot of stupid posts, and see if I get a folder named after me. (Chrsb)
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It's worth a try... (Chrsb)
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If a family went on vacation and left their front door unlocked, and I went inside, could I be arrested for breaking and entering? Because I'm not breaking.....just entering. (Chrsb)
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Oh well....I'm not very creative, am I? (Chrsb)
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Not as much as Biochick... (Chrsb)
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My brain hurts (Chrsb)
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I just thought I'd say that. (Chrsb)
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Is anyone listening to me....? (Chrsb)
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Hello? (Chrsb)
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HELLO? (Chrsb)
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Oh well.... (Chrsb)
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Goodnight (Chrsb)
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Biochick, if I didn't read other people's entries then how was I albe to send in entries about you, WLW Troub, MagicClams, and Frecklejuice? I always read every single entry that gets picked. O'course, when I sent a whole bunch of entries, the stupid person who runs this game never picked any of em. They were good too. I tested em on other people. They laughed. You should demand that he/she display them now before we all get nasty! And as for your comment about idle threats... How do you know this is the same old Heckler X? The real Heckler X did leave. I'm replacing him. He always told me that if he should ever for any reason leave AOL that I carry on his name and legacy of humor. I mean, sure, I'm not as good as him, but at least I'm doing something to help! - The new and not-so-improved Heckler X (HECKLER X)
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Here's a funny, TRUE story that happened to me at work today...I work at a walkin window taking classified ads for our local newspaper...a gentleman came in today to place a pet ad, seems his child is allergic to their dog & cat. As he is talking to me, telling me how sad and depressed their little girl was because they had to get rid of her cat..he seemed so down about it, my co-worker slips a small note infront of me and it reads (referring to customer) "What a hairdo..kinda reminds ya of Kramer from Seinfeld" Well, I sorta noticed that he did..and I was smiling..trying very very hard not to laugh. I am still smiling when he tells me more about his family being distraught about getting rid of their family pets, not a funny subject, mind you. Well, I'm justa smiling and smiling (big toofy grin)....and I'm thinking to myself.."I wonder if this guy is noticing that I'm smiling" Just as I'm thinking this...I see his shirt...and it read "Smile if you aren't wearing panties" Needless to say, I almost pissed myself!!! (Pretti 0ne)
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Everyone, stop picking on Biochick2. I pity her. (JaneDoe68)
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One day, there will come a time when I will question myself, "am I really funny, or are people just humoring me?", but right now, I don't care. (JaneDoe68)
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I miss Frecklejuice4. He/She was funny. (Note: all those who couldn't tell that was sarcasm, hit yourself NOW!) (JaneDoe68)
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Micheal Bolton should join the hair club for men. (JaneDoe68)
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Minds are the necessity of destruction. (JaneDoe68)
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god dammit! this is the SECOND time i tried to get my damned random game message posted, and they never posted other messages by me!!! GRRRRRRR! (Zaarin1898)
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That is so true, Zaarin! (Zaarin1898)
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Really? Ya think so? Brother?!? (Zaarin1898)
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BROTHER!!! (Zaarin1898)
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by the way, why is this called the random game? i mean, it is just a game that is totally random!!! (Zaarin1898)
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I can't agree with that, Zaarin! (Zaarin1898)
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Why not? (Zaarin1898)
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'Cause! (Zaarin1898)
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'cause why, dammit!?! (Zaarin1898)
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'Cause (sniff sniff) you are not really my brother!!! (Zaarin1898)
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Really? REALLY?!?!?!? (Zaarin1898)
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YAHOOOOOOOOO!!!! (Zaarin1898)
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Now i can really live!!! i am no more a bump-on-a-log, taunted by a... stick in the mud!!! (Zaarin1898)
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What The Hell Is This? (Zaarin1898)
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I am the Lizard-man!!! (Zaarin1898)
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koo-koo-ka-chu! (Zaarin1898)
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wait, it goes: I am the Walrus! Koo-koo-ka-choo!!! (Zaarin1898)
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wait... that's from when they had the non-hard stuff... BLECH!!! (Zaarin1898)
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How many times do i have to post here? (Zaarin1898)
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CRAYZEE (Zaarin1898)
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Ohhhhhh Godddd!!! (somethin' my Grandma says) (Zaarin1898)
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When she farts (Zaarin1898)
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or when she accidentally pulls on her beard (Zaarin1898)
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Da Random! (Zaarin1898)
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The Quest For The Golden Globe:
Chapter 1:
There was a guy named stupid. he got the golden globe.
THE END (Zaarin1898)
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did i just write a great novel or what? (Zaarin1898)
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gee... some people are kinda dumb. like... uhh... ME? (Zaarin1898)
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why do i even bother playing these games? i mean, they never post my messages... (Zaarin1898)
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even though i JUST posted tons of messages. but before i just posted one single message. and they didn't post it!!! can you beleive it?!?!? (Zaarin1898)
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GYOD (Zaarin1898)
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fish heads, fish heads..... roly poly fish heads fish heads fish heads...... eat them up, YUM!
(ZiolaBlick)
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Flee to higher ground! It's the Flood of Posts! (IZZO)
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Frecklejuice the great? How about Frecklejuice the ingrate? I like that better. How dare you think of usurping me? You know nothing of the bounds of my magnificence and that is why you are nothing but a pet shop whore, Frecklejuice. (IZZO)
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MC, bourbon does little for me, but that Seagrams Seven? Boy is that the *#%$! (IZZO)
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I did not mean that as a curse, I actually meant &#%$, or was it *&#$? Well, forget it... (IZZO)
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I got this cool Beavis and Butthead game from the Heckler's Toolbox (uh huh huh huh) where you are on top of the school and hock loogies onto people. It's pretty cool, especially when you nail Mcdicker with a mega loog. (IZZO)
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Today was my first day back in school, I am a Junior. I have ROTC for third block and I might become the company commander. Bow before Captain IZZO! (IZZO)
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One of my friends is in the drumline at my school, he punishes people by making them do pushups while saying 1,2,3,4, I love the drum corps!. (IZZO)
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I suggested changing it into 1,2,3,4 I f*cked the drum whore! He didn't think the band director would approve though, but I think coach Addison wouldn't mind... (IZZO)
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If you didn't know (which I doubt b/c none of you even know where I go to school) Coach Addison is a highly abusive, foul mouthed, violent and short tempered man, I hope to be just like him some day... (IZZO)
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Then there's Coach Archie who sleeps most of the day and picks his nose. (IZZO)
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One day, in ROTC honor corps, our Army instructors had to take the rifle team to a match and we had to stay in the ISS room (which stands for In School Suspension) but we were allowed to talk. Anyhow, the desks along the walls had pieces of wood separating/connecting them so me and my buddy Vance decided to make a hole using our knives (I know it's a felony to bring a weapon to school, but it makes me feel safer) and after a small hole was made, I put my knife in and began rotating, here is what went on:
vwif! vwif! vwif! (the noise my knife made)
::glance over shoulder reveals Coach Archie asleep::
vwif! vwif! vwif!
::glance reveals same::
<15 minutes later>
vwif! vwif! vwif!
::glance reveals Coach Archie is digging for the green gold::
The end. (IZZO)
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just a little slice o my life for my beloved RG frie...actually the only friends I have on here are Tocadisco, MagicClams, and Biochick1 (I'll miss ya babe!). I guess the remainder of the magnificent 7 are acquantainces so I'll count them too. Enjoy pals! (IZZO)
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Yo mama so ugly that Clinton wouldn't do her? (OJDlDlT)
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The fire gods are going to kill you! (OJDlDlT)
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I have to sneeze...but I have a headache. I think nature is trying to kill me... (Shortsigh)
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wht a strange sensation that is, that tingly feeling righ tbefore you sneeze. I think that if I could bottle that sensation I would make a killing. (Shortsigh)
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What's that sound?
(Shortsigh)
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Did I turn the oven off? (Shortsigh)
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Maybe I should start my own religion. A religion based on the rightousness of oneness. (Shortsigh)
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And maybe a dancing midget, too. (Shortsigh)
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He would be called Handsome Dan and he could pass out flowers and pin them od women's shirts just for a cheap thrill. (Shortsigh)
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He would be in definite touch with his oneness. And isn't that all I'm trying to accomplish? (Shortsigh)
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People just don't understand me and that's alright because I don't really understand myself half the time either, especially when I'm sleeping. Things just become very muddled then, I think that's the time of the day when They try and take over my mind...but my cats protect me. (Shortsigh)
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They are everwhere and I would teach that in my religion, and we would worship the cat. We would call our god Pele and have our meetings at the Sizzler bi-weekly to discuss defense tactics against Them. (Shortsigh)
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Remember, anyone denying the existence of Them may just be one of Them themselves. You never can be sure. (Shortsigh)
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To ward off one of Them, just start blowing on your Kazoo. (Shortsigh)
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"But I don't have a Kazzo," you say? Not to worry. I pass them out at every meeting. We wear them around our necks on chains of silver. Np particular signifigance for the silver, it's just a pretty metal. (Shortsigh)
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Maybe I should just go to sleep, instead. (Shortsigh)