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11-19-2010, 12:33 AM | #1 |
Learned to Love the Bomb
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Oh ho!
"Do nine men interpret?" "Nine men," I nod
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I can no longer sit back and allow... the international Communist conspiracy to sap and impurify all of our precious bodily fluids. |
11-19-2010, 12:40 AM | #2 |
YNWA
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Re: Oh ho!
Nice review.
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11-19-2010, 12:46 AM | #3 |
Learned to Love the Bomb
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Re: Oh ho!
Cigar? Toss it in a can. It is so tragic.
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I can no longer sit back and allow... the international Communist conspiracy to sap and impurify all of our precious bodily fluids. |
11-19-2010, 02:12 AM | #4 |
Have My Own Room
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Re: Oh ho!
A six is a six is a six is a six is a six is a six is a six is a six is a six is a six is a six is a six is a six is a six is a six is a six is a six is a six is a six is a six is a six is a six is a six is a six is a six is a six is a six is a
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11-19-2010, 09:27 AM | #10 |
YNWA
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Re: Oh ho!
Madam, I'm Adam.
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11-19-2010, 10:10 AM | #17 |
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Re: Oh ho!
Bob: "Did Anna peep?" Anna: "Did Bob?"
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11-19-2010, 10:34 AM | #18 |
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Dammit I'm mad - a poem by Demetri Martin
Dammit I'm mad. Evil is a deed as I live. God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt. To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss. Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help? Man, it is hot. I'm in it. I tell. I am not a devil. I level "Mad Dog". Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp, In my halo of a mired rum tin. I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin. Is evil in a clam? In a trap? No. It is open. On it I was stuck. Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web. Be still if I fill its ebb. Ew, a spider… eh? We sleep. Oh no! Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position. Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name. Both, one… my names are in it. Murder? I'm a fool. A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash. A god dam level I lived at. On mail let it in. I'm it. Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet! A loss it is alas (sip). I'd assign it a name. Name not one bottle minus an ode by me: "Sir, I deliver. I'm a dog" Evil is a deed as I live. Dammit I'm mad
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