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Ian Patterson Wrote:apparently 6:30 in the morning is not my girlfriends favourite time for beastqueef.

I bet! Grin
Roo Stercogburn Wrote:

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Weekend! Party time!
Hahaha He went to get back on!
Jumps in there so daintily XD
no, watch the other guy's reaction . . . there is none Lol
the way his shoes fly off exactly the same time in each direction proper got me…
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possibly a repost
Jungle Syndicate Wrote:

So, a little while ago my girlfriend tells me that some of the guys she works with have this weird office... thing.

Apparently there's this really flatulent fellow who can essentially let loose on command, and he's been building this archive of terrible 8-bit recordings done through an answering machine. Anyway, she's leaving the department and as a going away gift has asked me to make some sort of track out of this archive of recordings... aside from a couple pads and the drums, everything is what it is.

I'm going to regret this later
Act One Wrote:1385

Hasn't been any Falcor axxion round these parts in some time
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lol wut?

that's terrifying
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Fred came home drunk one night, slid into bed beside his sleeping wife, and fell into a deep slumber.
He awoke before the Pearly Gates, where St. Peter said, 'You died in your sleep, Fred.'
Fred was stunned. 'I'm dead? No,I can't be! I've got too much to live for. Send me back!'

St. Peter said, 'I'm sorry, but there's only one way you can go back, and that is as a chicken.'
Fred was devastated, but begged St. Peter to send him to a farm near his home.The next thing he knew,he was covered with feathers, clucking and pecking the ground.

A rooster strolled past. 'So, you're the new hen, huh? How's your first day here?'
'Not bad,' replied Fred the hen, 'but I have this strange feeling inside. Like I'm gonna explode!'
'You're ovulating,' explained the rooster. 'Don't tell me you've never laid an egg before?'
'Never,' said Fred.
'Well, just relax and let it happen,' advised the rooster. 'It's no big deal.'

He did, and a few uncomfortable seconds later, out popped an egg! He was overcome with emotion as he experienced motherhood. He soon laid another egg -- his joy was overwhelming. As he was about to lay his third egg, he felt a smack on the back of his head, and heard.....

"Fred, wake up! You've shit the bed!"

if Kafka was a comedian

(if you remove the god bits i guess)