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Dyin'? Boy, he can have this little life any time he wants to. Do ya hear that? Are ya hearin' it? Come on. You're welcome to it, ol' timer. Let me know you're up there. Come on. Love me, hate me, kill me, anything. Just let me know it. I'm just standin' in the rain talkin' to myself
Guy: Linda, what do you really know about this guy? Girl: I told you he's in the Treasury Department. Guy: But eh, no, I mean, you now he could be one of these guys that cruises the internet. Girl: Yeah, so am I...
"The cellar stretched before me like some vast primeval plain, empty of life, littered with the relics of a vanished race. No desert island castaway ever faced so bleak a prospect. "
Post by billypilgrim on Mar 29, 2011 14:10:38 GMT -5
zenfnp's is La Vie En Rose
My desert island, all-time, top-five most memorable breakups, in chronological order, are as follows: Alison Ashmore; Penny Hardwick; Jackie Alden; Charlie Nicholson; and Sarah Kendrew. Those were the ones that really hurt. Can you see your name on that list, Laura? Maybe you'd sneak into the top ten. But there's just no room for you in the top five, sorry. Those places are reserved for the kind of humiliation and heartbreak you're just not capable of delivering.
Her: I was saying, tonight you must not smoke such a big cigar. Your voice was very bad at tonight's show. Him: Please, Frieda, don't tell me what I do. When I want a cigar, I smoke a cigar. I want no orders from a woman.
You wanna know the secret to surviving air travel? After you get where you're going, take off your shoes and your socks then walk around on the rug bare foot and make fists with your toes.
I know your works. You are neither cold nor hot. So because you are lukewarm, I will spew you out of my mouth. You can build your filthy world without me. I took the father. Now I'll take the son. You tell young Vallon I'm gonna paint Paradise Square with his blood. Two coats. I'll festoon my bedchamber with his guts. As for you, Mr. Tammany-fucking-Hall, you come down to the Points again, and you'll be dispatched by my own hand. Get back to your celebration and let me eat in peace.
The sky is blue and all the leaves are green. The sun's as warm as a baked potato. I think I know precisely what I mean, When I say it's a shpadoinkle day.
Post by Vw'ndeadchick on Apr 1, 2011 0:12:11 GMT -5
star trek
Because if I tell you, you'll tell your friends, your friends are callin' me on the horn all the time, I gotta show up at shopping centers for openings and sign autographs and shit like that and it makes my life a hell. Okay? A living hell.
All you mutherquackers are gonna pay. You are the ones who are the ball-lickers. We're gonna quack your mothers while you watch and cry like little bitches. Once we get to Hollywood and find those Miramax quacks who are making that movie, we're gonna make 'em eat our shit , then Leno out our shit , then eat their Leno which is made up of our Leno that we made 'em eat. Then you're all you motherfucks are next.
"The possibility of physical and mental collapse is now very real. No sympathy for the Devil, keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride. " Raoul Duke
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