HA THAT ROBIT HAS TITS
I AM VICTORIOUS, MOTHERFUCKER
WHO'S THE FUCKIN KING, MAN, GOT BOOBBOTS ALL UP IN YOUR GRILL BITCH
It's called targeted advertising, finland. They change depending on what the Internet thinks you want to look at.
I used to have an earth science teacher who pronounced pahoehoe "pah-hoey-hoey" instead of "puh-hoy-hoy".
Every time I heard a hawaiian volcanologist say it, it was puh-hoy-hoy.
I prefer the spelling variation "vulcanology" :spockears
Did you see the National Geographic special where they followed these volcanologists around and then they died at the end?
That was pretty fucked.
I'm looking forward to getting one of these for Christmas, all laying back doing some I-Mock chat room Snuggie postin' :picklehat
I dig the Snuggie.
We should all look like Jedis.
I need a giant-size bed snuggie. The bf's a blanket-hog.
holy crap wikipedia nsfw k
That came up when I was performing an entirely different search on what would usually be their "disambiguation" page
The cleft of venus eats clothes, it does not like to be challenged.
I like how there's that little group working REALLY HARD on the talk page to make it look all scientific and legit.
Everyone has to have a goal I guess.
Hey everyone. Sorry I have not been around. I am here now. That's all that matters right?
It was back in 1849,
At the Springfield Golden Nugget Mine,
That my great-grandma Dolores saved the day,
When she propped the shaft and saved the lives,
Of the other forty other Springfield wives,
When all ma grandpa's buddies ran away
The menfolk found their women scary,
Cos they were so big and hairy,
They thought of dynamite to seal them in
Gramps was known as 'Chapped Lips Calhoun',
He was in the local saloon,
In came Billy-Joe Walton through the door,
He said "They're blown the Golden Nugget!"
My grandaddy said "Oh f....darn it!"
"You've buried my Dolores, my sweet little golden 'ore"
Swing it, son
Now my grandaddy jumped up from his table,
Finished his jug,
And he got up to that mine just as lickety-darn-split as he could,
Stopped off to fetch a shovel,
Feed the dogs,
Brush his teeth,
Clean the John and give his hoss one final rubdown
Cos a cowboy's life ain't easy and a cowboy's life is hard,
You can take him from the saddle,
But he'll be forever scarred
Cos my grandpa was a man in love,
Called Dolores his 'prairie dove',
And he told her that he loved her with every sigh
Cos she never once forgave him,
Even underneath the cave-in,
But he knew she would forgive him,
In that goldmine in the sky
you know, that was so good ah reckon ah'll play it again
So I had this friend who was a major poster on [forum] and he suicided. Couple of years later, happened upon [forum] where people were asking about him, so I told them. It quickly disintegrated to ugly with people saying "I call bullshit" and demanding to see a copy of the death certificate.
The thread became lotsa pages long and just got uglier and uglier and was finally locked when my bf accused them of all being fat and eating pie.
Now, 3 years later, I wanted to recall something that was said and did a search and no record of the post exists. However, they have other posts going back to 2000.
They must have just deleted it?
Anyway, he's still dead.
GO black betty
black betty had a child
Kitsa I can't believe how much I missed your sad stories. I have been terrific thanks for asking Esuohlim! This is the first time I have had to leave my house to go downtown to work in like three months. So thats cool. I forgot how much I hate it outside.
I was just saying that the people on that forum were dicks.
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