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Sometimes when I have friends over I flinch when my dog gets near me so that they know he beats me.
Most folks cherish their first kiss. Me? Quite the opposite; she grazed my canker sore and I freaked out which led to her severed tongue.
Nobody likes a broken heart; especially when it's made of chocolate and someone just accidentally sat on it.
Facebook is to the internet, what accidents are to the Expressway. You know it's gonna suck but you just have to look!
Tweeting from Twitter and still making it on the Leaderboard is the closest any of us will ever get to seeing a modern day miracle.
I'm all for fun and games until I realize being on all fours isn't the most masculine feature of mine.
It's always been my lifelong dream to castrate a water buffalo. And tonight, I live that dream.
Just know the soiled pamper of Beyonce's week old infant holds more promise than any shit you'll ever take in this life.
Day 9 of no fast food; I would travel back in time and give up Anne Frank for a Baconator.
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Can someone videotape me browsing through Favstar so we can appear on America's Funniest Home Video's?
Forget knowing the number of stars each tweet gets; I'd like to see which tweet made the person click the blue 'Follow' underneath my name.
This fuckin' weed is way too potent for the cops to be crashing my tent right now.
Tweets containing a typo aren't always overlooked; just look at the stautistics.
By now, I could imagine you've already scoured Craigslist demanding people who fuck both men and women come over.
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