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bivenator · 05-01-2008, 08:30 AM

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Originally Posted by Jim Richards

First there was the faint smell of burning flesh in the elevator as he stroked the soft fur. "George Bush hates rednecks" he said, punctuating a sentence. This self loathing is great fun. She went down to the well and pulled up her socks. Then cried, "I haven't a bucket to call my own". Suddenly, a large, chocolate chip loving beaver coated with fresh whipped cream killed them both.

Thomas awoke suddenly, dreams like these, induced by LSD, were becoming too frequent these days. "Shiny metal ass" , "RIP Albert Hoffman!", Thomas scowled sourly. He loved reading the obituaries. It

kept him focused.

kstar · 05-01-2008, 08:32 AM

First there was the faint smell of burning flesh in the elevator as he stroked the soft fur. "George Bush hates rednecks" he said, punctuating a sentence. This self loathing is great fun. She went down to the well and pulled up her socks. Then cried, "I haven't a bucket to call my own". Suddenly, a large, chocolate chip loving beaver coated with fresh whipped cream killed them both.

Thomas awoke suddenly, dreams like these, induced by LSD, were becoming too frequent these days. "Shiny metal ass" , "RIP Albert Hoffman!", Thomas scowled sourly. He loved reading the obituaries. It gave him a sense of hope and kept him focused.

****I had to edit two overlapping replies!***

the · 05-01-2008, 08:36 AM

First there was the faint smell of burning flesh in the elevator as he stroked the soft fur. "George Bush hates rednecks" he said, punctuating a sentence. This self loathing is great fun. She went down to the well and pulled up her socks. Then cried, "I haven't a bucket to call my own". Suddenly, a large, chocolate chip loving beaver coated with fresh whipped cream killed them both.

Thomas awoke suddenly, dreams like these, induced by LSD, were becoming too frequent these days. "Shiny metal ass" , "RIP Albert Hoffman!", Thomas scowled sourly. He loved reading the obituaries. It gave him a sense of hope and kept him focused. A killing machine

DARISC · 05-01-2008, 08:56 AM

First there was the faint smell of burning flesh in the elevator as he stroked the soft fur. "George Bush hates rednecks" he said, punctuating a sentence. This self loathing is great fun. She went down to the well and pulled up her socks. Then cried, "I haven't a bucket to call my own". Suddenly, a large, chocolate chip loving beaver coated with fresh whipped cream killed them both.

Thomas awoke suddenly, dreams like these, induced by LSD, were becoming too frequent these days. "Shiny metal ass" , "RIP Albert Hoffman!", Thomas scowled sourly. He loved reading the obituaries. It gave him a sense of hope and kept him focused. A killing machine came to mind

Jim Richards · 05-01-2008, 08:59 AM

First there was the faint smell of burning flesh in the elevator as he stroked the soft fur. "George Bush hates rednecks" he said, punctuating a sentence. This self loathing is great fun. She went down to the well and pulled up her socks. Then cried, "I haven't a bucket to call my own". Suddenly, a large, chocolate chip loving beaver coated with fresh whipped cream killed them both.

Thomas awoke suddenly, dreams like these, induced by LSD, were becoming too frequent these days. "Shiny metal ass" , "RIP Albert Hoffman!", Thomas scowled sourly. He loved reading the obituaries. It gave him a sense of hope and kept him focused. A killing machine came to mind. Its grotesque features

ckissick · 05-01-2008, 09:09 AM

First there was the faint smell of burning flesh in the elevator as he stroked the soft fur. "George Bush hates rednecks" he said, punctuating a sentence. This self loathing is great fun. She went down to the well and pulled up her socks. Then cried, "I haven't a bucket to call my own". Suddenly, a large, chocolate chip loving beaver coated with fresh whipped cream killed them both.

Thomas awoke suddenly, dreams like these, induced by LSD, were becoming too frequent these days. "Shiny metal ass" , "RIP Albert Hoffman!", Thomas scowled sourly. He loved reading the obituaries. It gave him a sense of hope and kept him focused. A killing machine came to mind. Its grotesque features reminded him of

oldE · 05-01-2008, 09:10 AM

First there was the faint smell of burning flesh in the elevator as he stroked the soft fur. "George Bush hates rednecks" he said, punctuating a sentence. This self loathing is great fun. She went down to the well and pulled up her socks. Then cried, "I haven't a bucket to call my own". Suddenly, a large, chocolate chip loving beaver coated with fresh whipped cream killed them both.

Thomas awoke suddenly, dreams like these, induced by LSD, were becoming too frequent these days. "Shiny metal ass" , "RIP Albert Hoffman!", Thomas scowled sourly. He loved reading the obituaries. It gave him a sense of hope and kept him focused. A killing machine came to mind. Its grotesque features reminded him of his mother in

Gogar · 05-01-2008, 09:11 AM

First there was the faint smell of burning flesh in the elevator as he stroked the soft fur. "George Bush hates rednecks" he said, punctuating a sentence. This self loathing is great fun. She went down to the well and pulled up her socks. Then cried, "I haven't a bucket to call my own". Suddenly, a large, chocolate chip loving beaver coated with fresh whipped cream killed them both.

Thomas awoke suddenly, dreams like these, induced by LSD, were becoming too frequent these days. "Shiny metal ass" , "RIP Albert Hoffman!", Thomas scowled sourly. He loved reading the obituaries. It gave him a sense of hope and kept him focused. A killing machine came to mind. Its grotesque features reminded him of his mother in the throes of

Dueller · 05-01-2008, 09:20 AM

First there was the faint smell of burning flesh in the elevator as he stroked the soft fur. "George Bush hates rednecks" he said, punctuating a sentence. This self loathing is great fun. She went down to the well and pulled up her socks. Then cried, "I haven't a bucket to call my own". Suddenly, a large, chocolate chip loving beaver coated with fresh whipped cream killed them both.

Thomas awoke suddenly, dreams like these, induced by LSD, were becoming too frequent these days. "Shiny metal ass" , "RIP Albert Hoffman!", Thomas scowled sourly. He loved reading the obituaries. It gave him a sense of hope and kept him focused. A killing machine came to mind. Its grotesque features reminded him of his mother in the throes of post-menopausal hot flahes.

911teo · 05-01-2008, 09:33 AM

First there was the faint smell of burning flesh in the elevator as he stroked the soft fur. "George Bush hates rednecks" he said, punctuating a sentence. This self loathing is great fun. She went down to the well and pulled up her socks. Then cried, "I haven't a bucket to call my own". Suddenly, a large, chocolate chip loving beaver coated with fresh whipped cream killed them both.

Thomas awoke suddenly, dreams like these, induced by LSD, were becoming too frequent these days. "Shiny metal ass" , "RIP Albert Hoffman!", Thomas scowled sourly. He loved reading the obituaries. It gave him a sense of hope and kept him focused. A killing machine came to mind. Its grotesque features reminded him of his mother in the throes of post-menopausal hot flahes. God how scary

cashflyer · 05-01-2008, 09:46 AM

First there was the faint smell of burning flesh in the elevator as he stroked the soft fur. "George Bush hates rednecks" he said, punctuating a sentence. This self loathing is great fun. She went down to the well and pulled up her socks. Then cried, "I haven't a bucket to call my own". Suddenly, a large, chocolate chip loving beaver coated with fresh whipped cream killed them both.

Thomas awoke suddenly, dreams like these, induced by LSD, were becoming too frequent these days. "Shiny metal ass" , "RIP Albert Hoffman!", Thomas scowled sourly. He loved reading the obituaries. It gave him a sense of hope and kept him focused. A killing machine came to mind. Its grotesque features reminded him of his mother in the throes of post-menopausal hot flahes. God how scary is the stench

gassy · 05-01-2008, 09:53 AM

First there was the faint smell of burning flesh in the elevator as he stroked the soft fur. "George Bush hates rednecks" he said, punctuating a sentence. This self loathing is great fun. She went down to the well and pulled up her socks. Then cried, "I haven't a bucket to call my own". Suddenly, a large, chocolate chip loving beaver coated with fresh whipped cream killed them both.

Thomas awoke suddenly, dreams like these, induced by LSD, were becoming too frequent these days. "Shiny metal ass" , "RIP Albert Hoffman!", Thomas scowled sourly. He loved reading the obituaries. It gave him a sense of hope and kept him focused. A killing machine came to mind. Its grotesque features reminded him of his mother in the throes of post-menopausal hot flahes. "God how scary is the stench of rotten tumors".

stomachmonkey · 05-01-2008, 11:20 AM

First there was the faint smell of burning flesh in the elevator as he stroked the soft fur. "George Bush hates rednecks" he said, punctuating a sentence. This self loathing is great fun. She went down to the well and pulled up her socks. Then cried, "I haven't a bucket to call my own". Suddenly, a large, chocolate chip loving beaver coated with fresh whipped cream killed them both.

Thomas awoke suddenly, dreams like these, induced by LSD, were becoming too frequent these days. "Shiny metal ass" , "RIP Albert Hoffman!", Thomas scowled sourly. He loved reading the obituaries. It gave him a sense of hope and kept him focused. A killing machine came to mind. Its grotesque features reminded him of his mother in the throes of post-menopausal hot flahes. "God how scary is the stench of rotten tumors". Not nearly as

nostatic · nostatic's Garage

First there was the faint smell of burning flesh in the elevator as he stroked the soft fur. "George Bush hates rednecks" he said, punctuating a sentence. This self loathing is great fun. She went down to the well and pulled up her socks. Then cried, "I haven't a bucket to call my own". Suddenly, a large, chocolate chip loving beaver coated with fresh whipped cream killed them both.

Thomas awoke suddenly, dreams like these, induced by LSD, were becoming too frequent these days. "Shiny metal ass" , "RIP Albert Hoffman!", Thomas scowled sourly. He loved reading the obituaries. It gave him a sense of hope and kept him focused. A killing machine came to mind. Its grotesque features reminded him of his mother in the throes of post-menopausal hot flahes. "God how scary is the stench of rotten tumors. Not nearly as quaint," she squealed,

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First there was the faint smell of burning flesh in the elevator as he stroked the soft fur. "George Bush hates rednecks" he said, punctuating a sentence. This self loathing is great fun. She went down to the well and pulled up her socks. Then cried, "I haven't a bucket to call my own". Suddenly, a large, chocolate chip loving beaver coated with fresh whipped cream killed them both.

Thomas awoke suddenly, dreams like these, induced by LSD, were becoming too frequent these days. "Shiny metal ass" , "RIP Albert Hoffman!", Thomas scowled sourly. He loved reading the obituaries. It gave him a sense of hope and kept him focused. A killing machine came to mind. Its grotesque features reminded him of his mother in the throes of post-menopausal hot flahes. "God how scary is the stench of rotten tumors. Not nearly as quaint," she squealed, but more like

pwd72s · 05-01-2008, 11:41 AM

[QUOTE=badcar;3918225]First there was the faint smell of burning flesh in the elevator as he stroked the soft fur. "George Bush hates rednecks" he said, punctuating a sentence. This self loathing is great fun. She went down to the well and pulled up her socks. Then cried, "I haven't a bucket to call my own". Suddenly, a large, chocolate chip loving beaver coated with fresh whipped cream killed them both.

Thomas awoke suddenly, dreams like these, induced by LSD, were becoming too frequent these days. "Shiny metal ass" , "RIP Albert Hoffman!", Thomas scowled sourly. He loved reading the obituaries. It gave him a sense of hope and kept him focused. A killing machine came to mind. Its grotesque features reminded him of his mother in the throes of post-menopausal hot flahes. "God how scary is the stench of rotten tumors. Not nearly as quaint," she squealed, but more like fresh doggie poop!"

carnutzzz · 05-01-2008, 12:02 PM

First there was the faint smell of burning flesh in the elevator as he stroked the soft fur. "George Bush hates rednecks" he said, punctuating a sentence. This self loathing is great fun. She went down to the well and pulled up her socks. Then cried, "I haven't a bucket to call my own". Suddenly, a large, chocolate chip loving beaver coated with fresh whipped cream killed them both.

Thomas awoke suddenly, dreams like these, induced by LSD, were becoming too frequent these days. "Shiny metal ass" , "RIP Albert Hoffman!", Thomas scowled sourly. He loved reading the obituaries. It gave him a sense of hope and kept him focused. A killing machine came to mind. Its grotesque features reminded him of his mother in the throes of post-menopausal hot flahes. "God how scary is the stench of rotten tumors. Not nearly as quaint," she squealed, but more like fresh doggie poop!"

It's time to

Mule · 05-01-2008, 12:05 PM

First there was the faint smell of burning flesh in the elevator as he stroked the soft fur. "George Bush hates rednecks" he said, punctuating a sentence. This self loathing Liberal from CalIfornia empathized with Obama.

pwd72s · 05-01-2008, 12:09 PM

First there was the faint smell of burning flesh in the elevator as he stroked the soft fur. "George Bush hates rednecks" he said, punctuating a sentence. This self loathing is great fun. She went down to the well and pulled up her socks. Then cried, "I haven't a bucket to call my own". Suddenly, a large, chocolate chip loving beaver coated with fresh whipped cream killed them both.

Thomas awoke suddenly, dreams like these, induced by LSD, were becoming too frequent these days. "Shiny metal ass" , "RIP Albert Hoffman!", Thomas scowled sourly. He loved reading the obituaries. It gave him a sense of hope and kept him focused. A killing machine came to mind. Its grotesque features reminded him of his mother in the throes of post-menopausal hot flahes. "God how scary is the stench of rotten tumors. Not nearly as quaint," she squealed, but more like fresh doggie poop!"

It's time to; "paint the house",

onewhippedpuppy · 05-01-2008, 12:15 PM

First there was the faint smell of burning flesh in the elevator as he stroked the soft fur. "George Bush hates rednecks" he said, punctuating a sentence. This self loathing is great fun. She went down to the well and pulled up her socks. Then cried, "I haven't a bucket to call my own". Suddenly, a large, chocolate chip loving beaver coated with fresh whipped cream killed them both.

Thomas awoke suddenly, dreams like these, induced by LSD, were becoming too frequent these days. "Shiny metal ass" , "RIP Albert Hoffman!", Thomas scowled sourly. He loved reading the obituaries. It gave him a sense of hope and kept him focused. A killing machine came to mind. Its grotesque features reminded him of his mother in the throes of post-menopausal hot flahes. "God how scary is the stench of rotten tumors. Not nearly as quaint," she squealed, but more like fresh doggie poop!"

It's time to; "paint the house", with Elmer's glue.