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To be fair erect is a verb.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

HEY THAT'S NOT A LOBSTERDOG LMAO

Anyone up for some Skate/Halo 3?

MAYBE YOU DON'T HAVE A CHOICE, SPAZARMS.

It might be because he has the knife skills equivalent to that of a thalidomide.

What generation is the Imac? I don't think it should matter but I know I once had the problem on my old ibook and they had a method of ejecting the disk manually.

WE GIVE YOU OUR MONEY AND YOU SPEND IT ON SCREWING LAPTOPS ON THE WALLS YOU b*****d.

it's Mozzarella you uncultured cad.

It won't give the same taste (and it may not taste good) but in terms of recipe constitution/execution it will work fine.

HEY NO LAWYERS ALLOWED IN HERE

YEAH GUISE NO MORE POSTS

OH HELLO THERE I WOULD LIKE TO RIDE YOUR BIKE

BUT CHRISTMAS DRUGS ARE THE BEST TYPE???

ONE OF THE BEST SONGS OF ALL TIME Youtube Video -> ">" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350">

LOOK WE JUST NEED SOME SORT OF SYSTEM WHERE WE CAN NUMERICALLY RATE EACH PERSON AND THEN FORM A NEAT LINE OF BEST TO WORST.

BUMP, THE WORLD NEEDS MORE GOOGLEFIGHTS I THINK.

HEY I MISSED THIS, SORRY I'M NOT AS FUNNY AS I USED TO BE, MAYBE I LOST MY COMPETITIVE EDGE AFTER I WORKED OUT THAT I COULD FIGHT YOU IN REAL LIFE.

SILENCE, JARDO.

DON'T WORRY, I'M STILL HERE.

GOD, THAT'S THE BLOODY EVENING DOWN THE DRAIN THEN.

GREAT POST? OR GREATEST POST.

Furthermore, I don't want to participate in a googlefight for a number of reasons; IT'S f**kING GAYIT'S f**kING GAYIT'S f**kING GAYIT'S f**kING GAYIT'S f**kING GAYIT'S f**kING GAY

HOW DO I SPEAKERS?

I present to you the manliest person alive. Captain Jack Churchill fought in WWII with a bow and arrow and a claymore (A SWORD). He captured an entire town himself and other other person. He was captured by the Germans and escaped twice. Choice cuts of awesome from the article; "One of his brother officers, an old friend, saw him about that time chugging across the Flanders plain on a motorcycle, his bow tied to the frame, arrows sticking out of one of the panniers on the back, a German officer’s cap hanging on the headlight. “Ah!” said Churchill, spotting his friend, “Hullo Clark! Got anything to drink?” "Once Churchill had dismounted, his friend noticed dried blood smeared across one ear and asked Churchill about the injury. German machine gun, said Churchill casually. His men had shouted at him to run but, he said, he was simply too tired. " He then waded ashore at the head of his men, sword in hand, and charged ahead, as one account put it, “into the thick smoke, uttering warlike cries.” For Churchill, the high point of the fighting was the night attack on a town called Piegoletti (sometimes Piegolelli). He organized his men into six parallel columns and, since the heavy undergrowth ruled out any chance of a silent advance, sent them charging through the darkness shouting “commando!” The yelling not only minimized the risk of Commandos shooting each other in the gloom, but also confused the German defenders, to whom this fierce shouting seemed to come from all directions in the blackness of the night. The attack carried all its objectives and bagged 136 prisoners. Source