...attractively toothey compared to your average Brit...

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"You'll burn for this. Burn in jail!"

.....and a rhinocerous with hemmorroids bathing comfortably in a bowling sack of...........

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not_Scyess ate my Sig.

... shaaa-ving cream, be nice and clean, shave every day, and you'll aways look keen", which are lyrics from one of Doctor Demento's favorite songs about ...

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"Nothing expresses the brutal grandeur of rectal polyps and anal fistulae quite like the mother-tongue of Goethe."

...shaving cream...

...laced with cyanide...

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...Trot and Cap'n Bill were free from anxiety and care. Button-Bright never worried about anything. The Scarecrow, not being able to sleep, looked out of the window and tried to count the stars.

...made from rare flowers that grow on the top of...

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"In a thousand years there will be no men and women just wankers and that's fine by me."

...the point on most elected officials' heads...

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"Only things I approve of should exist." -some guy on the internet

... in an easterly direction bringing heavily laden clouds, which will produce precipitation in the form of ...

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"Nothing expresses the brutal grandeur of rectal polyps and anal fistulae quite like the mother-tongue of Goethe."

...bouncing wirthling-heads and...

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...Trot and Cap'n Bill were free from anxiety and care. Button-Bright never worried about anything. The Scarecrow, not being able to sleep, looked out of the window and tried to count the stars.

...your mom's ass...

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"You'll burn for this. Burn in jail!"

...conveniently dipped in...

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peddling the funny around since 09/24/2002

...Eau de Devin, the new women's cologne made from...

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...Trot and Cap'n Bill were free from anxiety and care. Button-Bright never worried about anything. The Scarecrow, not being able to sleep, looked out of the window and tried to count the stars.

. . . the very brimstone-encrusted pits of Hell, which produce Eau De Devin expressly for the purpose of . . .

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The woman said, "Sir, if you were my husband, I'd poison your tea." Churchill replied "madame, if you were my wife, I'd drink it.

... having succubi bathe JrnymnNate head to foot in the cologne in preparation for ...

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"Nothing expresses the brutal grandeur of rectal polyps and anal fistulae quite like the mother-tongue of Goethe."

. . . being subjected to an unconsentual sexual encounter with Brutus, Cassius and ravenous pack of . . .

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The woman said, "Sir, if you were my husband, I'd poison your tea." Churchill replied "madame, if you were my wife, I'd drink it.

... ring-tailed lemurs, who spend their days frolicking in the trees, eating nuts, and ...

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"Nothing expresses the brutal grandeur of rectal polyps and anal fistulae quite like the mother-tongue of Goethe."

...scavanging the forrest for any record of income or business expenses in 2002, so they can get their taxes ready by April 15th, in order to avoid severe...

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peddling the funny around since 09/24/2002

...anal destruction, as implemented by none other than...

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"You'll burn for this. Burn in jail!"

... George W. Bush, who we are ashamed to call a Texan ...

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"Nothing expresses the brutal grandeur of rectal polyps and anal fistulae quite like the mother-tongue of Goethe."

but slightly more ashamed to be responsible for the Dixie Chicks...

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Women are fisher's of men because we all know.... The small ones you throw back. The medium ones you eat. The large ones you mount.

. . . attmpting to have meaningful discourse while not drinking from the bidet at their hotel . . .

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The woman said, "Sir, if you were my husband, I'd poison your tea." Churchill replied "madame, if you were my wife, I'd drink it.

... in spite of the fact that bidet drinking is considered by the French to be ...

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"Nothing expresses the brutal grandeur of rectal polyps and anal fistulae quite like the mother-tongue of Goethe."

. . . about as sexy as rubbing canola oil on Wilford Brimley, who occasionally would . . .

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The woman said, "Sir, if you were my husband, I'd poison your tea." Churchill replied "madame, if you were my wife, I'd drink it.

...slather his naked, corpulent body in wet Quaker Oats while reciting the erotic love poetry of John Ashcroft, the most famous poem being...

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...Trot and Cap'n Bill were free from anxiety and care. Button-Bright never worried about anything. The Scarecrow, not being able to sleep, looked out of the window and tried to count the stars.

... "Ode to a large asymmetrical turnip shoved up your ...

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"Nothing expresses the brutal grandeur of rectal polyps and anal fistulae quite like the mother-tongue of Goethe."