Out of context
 

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I really shouldn't, but it's just so good, I can't resist!

That reminds me. You should see my Stevie Wonder impersonation. :laugh:

WARNING: This is really offensive! :o

Your ass is a spaceship I want to ride.

The method of writing a hit song is to ****ing die and then come alive again. Just experience as much pain as possible, then you could write a hit song. Get four Stella D'Oro breadsticks and a big jar of vasaline and wait for the full moon in Cancer on a warm night and go down to the street and ram the breadsticks up your ass and then lie down in front of the taxi cab so it runs over your stomach and makes the sticks into crumbs. Then belch, throw them all up, take the breadcrumbs and cook them into a cookie and mail it to Ahmet Ertegun. After he eats the cookie, you bring in your tape. His is the magical formula. Or get a big jar of peanut butter and plug it into the wall. Spread it all over your face while your holding onto an electrical wire. Rent a 20 dollar per month one-bedroom apartment without a bathroom, lock yourself in with a year's supply of dexedrine, and just sit there and never sleep and just bang on the guitar. Then, at the end of the year, just take the last three minutes of the session and that'll do it. Guaranteed hit. - Debbie Harry

i love peaches
 

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Greg: You know.
Greg: For living in the state of brotherly love or whatever, you sure are angsty.
Greg: You should really be all
Greg: "God bless us! Every one!()@*! *throws flowers from basket*"
Greg: "*hands out Bibles, scampers with deer and bunnies following*"

Kate: Are you saying that I've ****ed a bunch of old people with beer guts?
Greg: Well, since you put it that way....
Greg: ....Yes.

Nika: i love playing kick the corpse!

"My ass has been sore for the last three days - but I LOVE that soreness because I feel like my ass is finally on its way to greatness" :shocked: :lol:

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love the pic of the hot peaches guy, too.

A guy walks into his house with a duck under his arm. He says, "I wanted to introduce you to the pig I've been ****ing." His wife looks at him and says "That's not a pig, that's a duck." He says, "I wasn't talking to you, I was talking to the duck."

Dubs: It's SNOWING like a 1980 Stevie Nicks Party