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Sitting at Jack in the Box last evening, I noticed two things:

1.) the girl in the car in front of me was extremely fidgety. Her car was adorned with two bumper stickers: "Lick Bush in 2004" and... well, some other anti-Bush shite I can't recollect at this time. She ordered the largest size combo on the menu; I could tell this from the drink...
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synapse:
Houston's fine air lacks enough oxygen as it is, without these inbred wastes stealing more than their fair share. And also, be sure to take the time to enjoy your homicide.... perhaps it could be drawn out a little more - consider a lengthy bludgeoning first... that's always a good time.
feronia:
that fish felt no harm
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WORST.
TATTOOS.
EVER.

WORST. TATTOOS. EVER.
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venla:
Whoa! o_o

How on eath do you know those things? Don't get me wrong - as a Finn I'm really flattered smile
flux:
But I was hoping to get a chance at cracking it first. Grf.
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katieh, Lone Star, Boca burgers, steak fries, and a filet mingon as thick as my thigh on a sweaty summer evening.

Things don't get much better than this. Even katieh is drinking Lone Star!
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sitandspin:
oh, lone star, how i will miss thee. i wonder if i will have to ship that to nyc?
synapse:
yeah fresh off the turnip wagon, or something. yeah, we should whoop it up sometime soon. Sigmatic and I don't hardly drink often enough. oh and p.s., your lady love is a living doll!
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flux:
Oh that's fucking pretty.
ryah:
that gun is sex.
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Tall, green, bottled beer -
Ambrosia from Old Latrobe.
Gift from the gods.
menotyou:
Hmmm....looks like there is only one thing worth while on sexybilingualkittenbot.com and it's not your charming intro page.

Ahem...someone needs to get off his ass and actually do something with it.

Lazy fucker.

[Edited on Aug 21, 2004 1:07AM]
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I'd rather insert a Sharpie into my urethra than sit here for another twenty-six minutes drooling over the the notion of a six-pack of Lone Star and a night at the pool.

Friday afternoons after four post meridian at this job is the most boring, mindless experience of my week.

Twenty-five minutes remaining.