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Well, it's 1pm here in Skipsville and I'm hjammeredf. Been drinking since yesterdya got up 9 today had bfreakfast beer, vodka chasers and have been going since then....
Originally posted by OLD323
the majority of E30 guys in Australia have a unspoken love/respect even if we hate each other LOL (take note Iain you TD drinking mofo)
I've got a great idea... how 'bout you shut the fuck up, you felching vaginal discharge? You and that stain on the bedsheets of life that calls himself Shakey Jakey. Why don't you lick my fucking rusty meat flange (and like it) or hurry the fuck up with my Goddamn bodykit and tails mar-pharker?
Just because you're too fucking weaksauce to handle drinking Toilet Duck like a man!!
PS: j/k... you know I love you and Jake.... IN THE MOUTH!!!
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Last week, just before the rain hit green blades of grass in the back yard, four bar maidens danced in the moonlight. The mad gyrations of their wide bottoms upset local gypsies wishing to get some sleep. Unbeknownst to the dancers, the radio used to provide the music for dancing was soon to be turned up really, really loud. So loud, in fact, that permanent and partial hearing loss was sure to result. Greg (who shall not remain anonymous; I just told you his name) walked forward from behind a nearby building and began to creep up on the radio… without warning, Greg was struck over the head by an air-borne shoe. The shoe was Brenda’s, but she didn’t throw it. She was in Vegas at the time. (Brenda shall remain anonymous; ‘Brenda’ is not her real name) It was actually one of the gypsies who threw the shoe. Who knew that two terrible teenagers taking ten Texan turkey tablets turned ten turquoise turtle tails tan on Tuesday? Not I ! ! In any event, the rain began to pour. One of the buckets of rain that came down struck the volume knob of said radio and thus came forth a sonic blast which would compare to nothing you can possible think of wanting to wish you could dream about or even get a grasp of the concepts involving the dynamics associated with the general principals which some might consider rational by standards set forth by an organization in another state run by people whom felt that you were the one who.. Where was I? Oh yeah, the bar maidens couldn’t hear so well afterward.
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