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08-11-2005, 01:06 PM | #82 (permalink) |
The Erroneous Hoodlum
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Brenda O'Malley is home making dinner, as usual, when Tim Finnegan arrives at her door.
"Brenda, may I come in?" he asks. "I've somethin' to tell ya". "Of course you can come in, you're always welcome, Tim. But where's my husband?" "That's what I'm here to be telling ya, Brenda." There was an accident down at the Guinness brewery..." "Oh, God no!" cries Brenda. "Please don't tell me." "I must, Brenda. Your husband Shamus is dead and gone. I'm sorry. Finally, she looked up at Tim. "How did it happen, Tim?" "It was terrible, Brenda. He fell into a vat of Guinness Stout and drowned." "Oh my dear Jesus! But you must tell me true, Tim. Did he at least go quickly?" "Well, Brenda... no. In fact, he got out three times to pee."
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08-11-2005, 01:10 PM | #83 (permalink) |
Sleazy Producer
Join Date: Jul 2005
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*Does a little dance*
Eh...I got nothin' else.
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08-11-2005, 01:36 PM | #87 (permalink) | |
Bright F*cking Red
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: San Diego
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How'd I end up here to begin with? I don't know. Why do I start what I can't finish? Oh please, don't barrage me with questions to all those ugly answers. My ego's like my stomach- it keeps shitting what I feed it. But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore.. maybe I can wait in bed 'til she comes home. and whispers.... Quote:
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08-11-2005, 01:42 PM | #88 (permalink) | |
The Sexual Intellectual
Join Date: Dec 2004
Location: Somewhere cooler than you
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08-11-2005, 07:18 PM | #90 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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me and my friend blew up a fu,cking bathtup with gasoline firecrackers draino and chalk and water bombs
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |