[quote=NirvanaMan;118342]Good point. The real meaning of christmas - presents.
Besides, I hear christ was a crappy carpenter anyways...[/quote]
He was even worse at cleaning carpets.
Pootastic.
Lame.
He's goona get a birdie!
I never get a birdie.
Sometimes having split personalities has it's drawbacks.
No it doesn't! Don't listen to him...
The Lounge of Tomorrow -- where sooner or later every thread assesses the girthiness of someone's package.
No. I have turned over a new leave and will only lead a pure and chaste life, free from sin.
Meow!
So, he's a broke cheating asshole, then?
Good.
How about Jungle Red Pepper Garlic Cheddar? Or Summer Rain Parmesan Sage?
And they'll help you keep your Adonis figure!
[QUOTE=Gemini Cricket;170833]Yes, this is true.
Every man I have a crush on should be rich.
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Or drive a small car to make up for his enormous penis.
Is he the love child of RuPaul and Ron Popeil?
I decided not to run for political office when I found out that a caucus has nothing to do with male genitalia.
My mother was on pills this year because she was sick; she was on morphine for the first time. I said, "Let's play Coltrane! Finally you'll understand it.
I'd take that pug in an instant if I were there, Lisa. Thurston definitely won me over to the Pug Side.
Hey, Starbucks just came to my neck of the woods last year. I love Starbucks. I can almost summon the power to pretend that the nearby Kraft Singles factory is a lesbian goat cheese collective and that life here is interesting.
If Peet's wants to come, too, I'd bring them a casserole when they moved in.
(he says i'm cuddly and fluffy)
Be careful what you wish for and all that... 
Yeah? Well bite me Cricket boy!
The worst government is often the most moral. One composed of cynics is often very tolerant and humane. But when fanatics are on top there is no limit to oppression.
I wanna welcome Pru to the land of milk & honey.
(ok, the land of drugs and homos)
Get yur own damned thread mister! This here thread is about BACON, not some whimpy ocean gnat.
To watch this movie in Pan-n-Scan is like slapping Mother Teresa's ghost in the face.
mousepod is like the evil twin movie-collecting brother who warns me of what I would have become had not the Ghosts of Christmas Thrift (somewhat) interceded.
