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Post by Introvertigroo on Jun 23, 2015 23:02:46 GMT
Present and accounted for, sir. Or is it ma'am? I am thrown off by your mustache.
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Post by donavan on Jun 24, 2015 11:27:27 GMT
Mustache, I'm late again.
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Post by Introvertigroo on Jun 30, 2015 2:26:22 GMT
Again I have been caught in my zipper. Some manscaping may be in order.
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Post by miles on Jul 2, 2015 22:25:39 GMT
Order up.
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Post by Introvertigroo on Jul 3, 2015 2:48:51 GMT
"Up Yours"--that is what I want carved on my tombstone.
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Post by miles on Jul 3, 2015 20:02:16 GMT
Tombstone territory, where the tumbleweeds roam.
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Post by donavan on Jul 3, 2015 21:13:26 GMT
Roam wasn't built out of hay.
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Post by Introvertigroo on Jul 4, 2015 0:29:43 GMT
Hay and sticks will not keep the Big Bad Wolf at bay--build your house from bricks.
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Post by donavan on Jul 5, 2015 8:46:49 GMT
Bricks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me.
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Post by Introvertigroo on Jul 5, 2015 13:45:36 GMT
Me and my shadow are, oddly enough, both afraid of the dark.
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Post by donavan on Jul 5, 2015 18:45:11 GMT
Dark shadows under my eyes, what a detrimental blemish to my deep blue mince pies.
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Post by Introvertigroo on Jul 6, 2015 1:26:00 GMT
Pies are best when they are made out of pumpkin.
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Post by miles on Jul 6, 2015 18:56:10 GMT
Pumpkin seeds reside in my trail mix.
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Post by Introvertigroo on Jul 7, 2015 3:14:29 GMT
Mix gin, tonic, and a slice of lime over ice. Quaff, repeat.
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Post by donavan on Jul 7, 2015 17:56:33 GMT
Repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, it get's stuck on repeat, stuck on........stuck on, stuck on.
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