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Wolf Larsen - veteran rec.pet.cats invasion |
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Fuck. I was hoping that was another "you tag." I'm awake and I have both kidneys. What'd I miss? |
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Your spleen.
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That same old moribund BBS had a similar code, and I'm an old hand at all it's uses. That was a double fake, I don't blame you, really. Hey, Mods! How do we bring up a user's location? |
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You're friends wouldn't like it here. This place is filled with bonobo hating Philistines.
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The best sex of your life. And a doughnut. |
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If you only knew how much I love donuts...
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How about sex with a donut? ( ring donut obviously because we're not perverts here.)
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Well, The Voices In My Head say I rule.
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Beat me to it.
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San Dimas High School Football rules!
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Yeah, I'd say we have at least three assholes constantly chasing off any newbies.
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Get bent, I've been on this forum since October.
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Shame you missed it then. Warm from the oven with the glaze practically oozing off it. I guess that's life, though....
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Yeah, well I've been on your mum since October.
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Oh, did she fit you in the rota? That's awfully sweet of her, I think.
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Oh, that's nice. So how were the doughnuts?
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You're a horrible little temptress. |
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I'd say she's more of a tease, since I doubt she's actually in a position to supply you with said donuts.
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Either way, I've got a hankerin' for pastries.
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I read that as "a hankerin' for panties" and was thoroughly confused by the non sequitur for a good half-second.
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I also wonder if those "friends" are going to be making appearances.
After all, nothing says "welcome" like donut rape with sprinkles. |
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We could make a little tableau with the dinosaurs and pretend they're the friends that want to join. |
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There's something close to perfection in that statement. It's very zen.
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Always with the sprinkles.
What gives. I am going home to put sprinkles on my pie. So there. |
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wombats are mythical animals, like snakes.
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#92
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No, No. NO. Wombats are real. (Unlike Thrustin's friends or honest politicians.)
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I'm probably going to regret saying this in print, but after listening to a few of Thrustin's songs, I think that boy's got talent.
Musical talent, that is. I make no commentary on the lyrical content. |
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I kept seeing "pasties". And I wrote the fucking thing! Either way, you don't have to be Freud to figure out where my brain was. |
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