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Play that country song backwards and the poor guy'll get his dog back, his woman back, his car back, probably even his house and land back. Meanwhile, here's a list of strangely-titled country songs, some of which are comedy and a couple of which may not even exist: Am I Double Parked by the Curbstone of Your Heart? Billy Broke My Heart at Walgreens and I Cried All the Way to Sears Bubba's Inconvenience Store Hand me the Pool Cue and Call Yourself an Ambulance Here's A Quarter (Call Someone Who Cares) How Can I Miss You if You Won't Go Away? How Did You Get so Ugly Overnight? I Don't Know Whether To Kill Myself Or Go Bowling I Flushed You From The Toilets Of My Heart I Gave Her My Heart And A Diamond And She Clubbed Me With A Spade I Sent Her Artifical Flowers For Her Artificial Love I Still Miss You Baby... But My Aim is Getting Better I Was Looking Back to See If You Were Looking Back to See If I Was Looking Back to See if You Were Looking Back at Me I Went Back to My Fourth Wife for the Third Time and Gave Her a Second Chance to Make a First Class Fool Out of Me I Went Out On A Limb and Fell Off the Family Tree If My Nose Was Running Money, Honey, I'd Blow It Al On You If The Phone Doesn't Ring, It's Me My Wife Ran Off With My Best Friend, And I Sure Do Miss Him
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.... then pleeeeease. Allow it to go unsaid. Why even bother yourself? Is that not the whole point? It needn't to be said. That is how it is. So while everyone is thinking it, everyone else knows everyone else is thinking it, so nobody has to say it - because everyone's thinking it. And that, dear friends, is why it goes without saying. ... Until, of course, someone goes and says it. Then someone pulls and annoying, pointless adage out of their linty pocket. Yeah, that's it. A SPAM adage. Or, moreso, a Stupid Pointless Annoying Adage. ... SPAA? *giggle* Spaaaaaaaaaahhhhh... ... So let sleeping dogs lie. And yes, 'lie' is the grammatically correct form of the word. Unless someone put the dog there. Then they would have laid a dog to rest. And that's no lie.
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My mom made us pancakes for supper... but she made them on an electric skillet, not a pan. Does that make them electricskilletcakes? (If it's made with flax and grains and wheat flour and protein, but nothing sweet, is it really a cake? Electricskilletbread? No, no. Electric-skillet-super-uber-good-for-you-awesome-when-covered-in-syrup-bread. [OH, but wait! There WAS plain old pancake mix in there, too.] It was one of the greatest suppers ever.)
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The kidnapping of children, military brainwashing, hyper-advanced schooling, fifteen years of grueling physical training, the adhering metal to growing bone, AI-brain-implants, and billions of dollars cheated out of taxpayers and spent on Spartan-specific MJOLNR armor, cannot stand up to one techno-rich playboy kidnapped and put to work in a cave in the middle east. by Jameson9101322
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So I've noticed these last few years: once you reach a certain age, people stop getting you toys for Christmas. Of course there are many, many other things out there - useful things, practical things, amusing things, that are not toys. Cash and gift cards are among the very useful items, as they may procure toys. But it's not HALF as fun as opening up a toy. Srsly, I miss rippng open the wrapping paper and seeing a toy I can actually play with! (My parents and aunts and uncles all sit at the table and talk for HOURS, what am I supposed to do while they're reminiscing!?) So I would like to retract every other item I wished for this year - and remind certain peoples that getting an almost-20-year-old a TOY for Christmas is not unwelcome, because it can be so awesome. - I want a Skrall, and Gresh - no, I'll make this easy; ANY Lego set would do! - a Transformer! - A board game - or an I Spy or puzzle book pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!!
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I move that Skidooing is the Ultimate Power. If Blue can skidoo, I can, too! I could skidoo an entire army from Mordor straight into Happyland, or get from Ta-Koro to Ta-Metru in two seconds flat. Only a picture is required. One can skidoo anything one wants to, so long as one has a picture of the destination on the wall! (Space and time are non-applicable.) Jo is not to be held responsible for any headaches, dizziness, vomiting, bad feelings, tripping, falling on your face, armies stuck in limbo, or loss in connection with unauthorized or authorized skidoo's. For more information, call 1-800-Jo's-Plot-Devices. Operaters are lounging by.
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Because once they catch on, you will lose.
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I learned something all by myself. Or at least I think so. If you watch Stargate Atlantis you'll notice that some characters say 'Zee PM' (when referring to a Zero Point Module) and some of them say 'Zed PM'. I would look at the letters 'zpm' and pronounce it 'Zee PM', and since there is no 'Zed' in 'Zero', I couldn't figure out what they meant. So after accidentally finding an online forum argument about who's better, America or Canada, I learned that apparently the rest of the English-speaking world (Britain, Australia, Canada, etc.) pronounces the letter 'Z' as 'Zed'. We blasted Americans, with our own dialect of English, pronounce it 'Zee'. Apparently it's 'zet' in Dutch, German, Romanian and Czech; 'zède' in French, 'zäta' in Swedish, 'zeta' in Italian and Spanish, and 'zê' in Portuguese. I don't know how the jell to prononce Portuguese. Opinions? Insights? Snide remarks? LAST NOTE: College starts tomorrow!! *so torn between excitement and fear that she's sure to suffer a brain aneurysm*
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... it carries a terrible curse! : o That’s bad! But it comes with a free Diet Pepsi Max! : D That’s good! The Diet Pepsi Max is also cursed. : ( That’s bad. But it has no calories! : D That’s good! The Diet Pepsi Max contains potassium benzoate. ... that's bad. (You can go home now!)
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It occurred to me that one's room or home may be much in resemblance to one's state of mind. This is just a little differenty than one's personality, characteristics, or personal likes or dislikes. If one is calm, content, at peace, or just plain happy, one's room is likely to be clean, organized, or arranged in such a fashion to match ('A place for everything, and everything it its place'), so that it could be classified as a 'calming' or 'contenting' room If one's current mindset is harsh, inattentive, or fleeting or frazzled, it is likely that their main room is also (or maybe it is the condition of the room that is causing the state of mind!) At least I can say that this logic is true of myself. If all my earthly possessions have found their way into an unceremonious deluge on the floor, my clothing is falling out of my closet and drawers, my collectible and displayable things have been placed haphazardly on their shelves, undusted, I find myself throughout the day a little more 'on edge', or acting ADD, or feeling dissatisfied. This, I think, may have everything to do with the fact that I see my room first thing in the morning, and at random intervals throughout the day, and last thing at night. It's there. It's unavoidable. The mess is blatant. But when it is cleaned and organized, my world is considerably lighter! I open the door to my bedroom and feel like trying to dance! There is room to move, there is light, there is no dust to breath, nothing to step on... you get the idea. This is why I have every intention of cleaning my room tomorrow. But back to the original thought: clean or not, my room does resemble the dorbish pah that is my mind. It is a random conglomerate of a multitude of varying, minute interests* (*Note: Beware of synonymic redundancy and a lot of nonsense). It is all at the same time squished together, and yet separated from other things, to gain full access to my interests; a variegated, spasmodic sort of organization in which everything is easily lost, and yet I know exactly where everything is (at least, until I 'clean' and 'organize'. I like to compare cleaning and organizing my room to 'overspecialization', as I learned it in HS Economics. It becomes almost TOO squeaky-clean, so very organized in a new way, that I no longer know where anything is!) Anyway. Some simple words (see *Note) for both my mind and my room are variegated, whimsical, random, chaotic and yet pulled together (five words FTW!), nearly unfathomable until you stop wondering and reeling and everything, so simply, comes together. Both are entertaining, to say the least. Don't get lost passing the Bionicle sets, files, and souvenirs as you go around the clothing and 20-gallon aquarium to reach my paperwork, projects, postcards, CD's, and wooden longbow. Make sure you take note of the glass Coca-Cola cups and bottles, old tins and liscence plates, dried roses, other aquariums, oriental fans, chattering teeth, bamboo plant and medieval Knight statuette. And don't forget the small jar of Tabasco sauce or plastic chili peppers, the fake signs, key rings or the giant sunglasses as you are staring at the cast iron plaque that reads: "ON THIS SPOT IN 1897 ABSOLUTELY NOTHING HAPPENED."
