Tails82
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Post by Tails82 on Oct 22, 2012 0:18:44 GMT -5
“When business accepts help from government, it can be like going to bed with a hippopotamus. It's warm and nice for a moment, but then your bedmate rolls over and crushes you.” -Donald Rumsfeld
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Post by JJ Watt on Oct 22, 2012 0:26:01 GMT -5
Real talk
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Post by Pyro ᵛᵉʳᶦᶠᶦᵉᵈ ✔ on Oct 25, 2012 2:29:23 GMT -5
"Most gay people are not monsters, but most mosters are gay"
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Post by Chromeo on Nov 1, 2012 19:07:47 GMT -5
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Post by Mastery on Nov 5, 2012 18:29:40 GMT -5
"He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man."
—William Shakespeare
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Post by Chromeo on Nov 5, 2012 18:53:26 GMT -5
 not pictured: a beard |
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Post by little j ᵛᵉʳᶦᶠᶦᵉᵈ ✔ on Nov 5, 2012 19:08:06 GMT -5
Close enough.
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Post by Mastery on Nov 5, 2012 19:15:37 GMT -5
He admits himself he's a wimp.
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Tails82
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Post by Tails82 on Nov 7, 2012 12:51:41 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2012 13:00:56 GMT -5
Horus beats this newfangled Jesus crap any day.
If you're gonna reboot the story, you might as well make it interesting.
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Post by Pyro ᵛᵉʳᶦᶠᶦᵉᵈ ✔ on Nov 9, 2012 17:09:06 GMT -5
Are there any queers in the theater tonight?
Get them up against the wall!
There's one in the spotlight, he don't look right to me,
Get him up against the wall!
That one looks Jewish!
And that one's a coon!
Who let all of this riff-raff into the room?
There's one smoking a joint,
And another with spots!
If I had my way,
I'd have all of you shot!
-Tails82's thoughts put into song lyrics.
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Tails82
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Post by Tails82 on Nov 9, 2012 18:49:18 GMT -5
Anti-death penalty=me
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Post by Chromeo on Nov 9, 2012 18:52:53 GMT -5
just prison sentences for the queers then
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Post by Chromeo on Nov 14, 2012 14:51:56 GMT -5
[the dalmatian] likes sleeping in your room so I know he misses you too! - Momma
awww. >_>;
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Post by Chromeo on Nov 21, 2012 20:10:56 GMT -5
'in the thick of it': the two spin doctors (basically the people who control the flow of information and stories from politics to the media) from the government and the opposition are fighting because their respective MPs are making asses out of themselves on a debate on Radio 5 and it's fuckin hilarious
Malcolm Tucker: Here's the fucking thing. Nobody talks about fucking dodgy donors, okay? Because it makes everybody look bad.
Stewart Pearson: Okay, I'll go with a different angle, then. How do you think it would land with your female voters if they were to find out that Tom Rudd forced his secretary into having an abortion?
Malcolm Tucker: That was her own personal choice and by the way, it wasn't his.
Stewart Pearson: Wow! So him paying for that private clinic, then, was just because he's such a nice man?
Malcolm Tucker: He IS a nice man. What about your nice man at central planning, eh? The one who got a bit carried away and fucking slapped his kids about a little bit too much? Fucking broke the skin! But he wasn't such a nice man, was he? But I suppose that's just part of your common sense checklist, yeah. All they need is a good slap, and do please remember to leave your fucking rings on!
Stewart Pearson: You go check your facts, Malcolm, that was a domestic accident and nothing more.
Malcolm Tucker: Domestic accident, yeah, 'cause he's got fucking hands the size of fucking doors!
Stewart Pearson: Oh, you want to talk about hardmen, Malcolm, yeah? Now, I know you've got to be hard to be a chief whip, but really, coke dealing at university?
Malcolm Tucker: Oh! Please, please!
Stewart Pearson: Hey, am I right in thinking he's now godfather to one of the PM's kids, yeah?
Malcolm Tucker: Listen, you know what I have got at the back of my fucking filing cabinet? I have got a fucking photograph that I've been waiting for a fucking rainy day to show everyone, which is a photograph of your fucking shadow chancellor at one of his fucking parties dressed up in fucking bra, suspenders and fucking blackface! What's his defence going to be, hey, when I email that to the fucking Sun? "Oh, well, I am just de shadow chancellor."
Stewart Pearson: Malcolm, he won't have a defence because you haven't got that picture because that didn't happen.
Malcolm Tucker: I have!
Stewart Pearson: However, I do have a statement from a rent boy...
Malcolm Tucker: Oh, that's very useful for you. You can claim that against your expenses, can't you?
Stewart Pearson: Oh, yeah, funny, very funny.
Malcolm Tucker: And you'll get that for free. Is that one of the fucking perks of the job?
Stewart Pearson: No, listen, his statement says he will swear that one of your prominent back-bench MPs paid him to shit on his chest.
Malcolm Tucker: Don't!
Stewart Pearson: Right, look, this is out of order, okay? Here's the deal. We both, both make statements saying that our guys in there, they were not in possession of all the facts. Hmm? But we're looking into it.
Malcolm Tucker: You'd do that? Hang your own guy out to fucking dry?
Stewart Pearson: What? Peter Mannion, MP? Yeah! Old guard? We're not sending him to DoSAC to fatten him up, we're putting him out to pasture, Malcolm.
Malcolm Tucker: We should just go home.
Stewart Pearson: We can do that. We can just seal this in. Contain the toxicity. Chernobyl FM.
Malcolm Tucker: I mean, you carry on like this and I might not find you utterly fucking contemptible.
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