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Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.
Let us skip the other lies, for brevity’s sake. To consider them would prove nothing, except that man is what he is—loving toward his own, lovable, to his own,—his family, his friends—and otherwise the buzzing, busy trivial, enemy of his race—who tarries his little day, does his little dirt, commends himself to God, and then goes out into the darkness, to re-turn no more, and send no messages back—selfish even in death.
Mark Twain
Mother fucker.Originally Posted by Breaded Chicken Cutlet
When there is beer involved,we all win.
Me
I felt you went over the line a bit,when you theoretically wanted to fornicate with a mythical child.
Daniel Tosh
He looks stoned...wait wait plastered
Let us skip the other lies, for brevity’s sake. To consider them would prove nothing, except that man is what he is—loving toward his own, lovable, to his own,—his family, his friends—and otherwise the buzzing, busy trivial, enemy of his race—who tarries his little day, does his little dirt, commends himself to God, and then goes out into the darkness, to re-turn no more, and send no messages back—selfish even in death.
Mark Twain
Let us skip the other lies, for brevity’s sake. To consider them would prove nothing, except that man is what he is—loving toward his own, lovable, to his own,—his family, his friends—and otherwise the buzzing, busy trivial, enemy of his race—who tarries his little day, does his little dirt, commends himself to God, and then goes out into the darkness, to re-turn no more, and send no messages back—selfish even in death.
Mark Twain
Yank, did you ever meet Suzy that worked with, then far Tack? The BMW mechanic.
When you say it like that I've changed my mind.
You gonna bark all day little doggy or you gonna bite?
Yank(Hehehe) It may be time to lower your standards for a day or two, "Slump Buster"
Let us skip the other lies, for brevity’s sake. To consider them would prove nothing, except that man is what he is—loving toward his own, lovable, to his own,—his family, his friends—and otherwise the buzzing, busy trivial, enemy of his race—who tarries his little day, does his little dirt, commends himself to God, and then goes out into the darkness, to re-turn no more, and send no messages back—selfish even in death.
Mark Twain
Too much hair to be me.
Yo Tony, Do me a kindness. - Winnebago Man
The beatings will continue until morale improves!
"We're not going to just shoot the sons-of-bitches, we're going to rip out their living goddamned guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We're going to murder those lousy Hun cocksuckers by the bushel-fucking-basket. War is a bloody, killing business. You've got to spill their blood, or they will spill yours." - George S. Patton
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