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nine hundred and fifty dollars! Titana. |
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Basically, they took a page out of the silly-overpriced-gadgets-for-people-with-money-to-burn catalog.
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Don of Borg - Cool, Calm, Collective. "Within the next generation I believe that the world's leaders will discover that infant conditioning and narco-hypnosis are more efficient, as instruments of government, than clubs and prisons, and that the lust for power can be just as completely satisfied by suggesting people into loving their servitude as by flogging them and kicking them into obedience." -- Aldous Huxley |
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Wow, I thought all you could find at the bottom of a booze bottle was the dregs of yourself respect...the more things change, the more they stay the same.
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Teri berry...quite contrary, how does your garden grow? Width, silver, bells, cockle, shells, and prithe made all in aureole |
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One day, after a long day at work, a man schlepped into a bar and ordered a beer. Just has he took his first sip, a siren went by outside. Along with the rest of the patrons and staff, he sped outside to see what was going on, and was treated to the view of a police car speeding down the street.
Upon his return to the bar, he discovered that his beer mug was empty. Looking around, he could find nobody who seemed guilty. Somewhat disgruntled, he ordered another beer. But, hardly had his second beer arrived when another siren sounded outside. Again, everybody ran outside - this time just able to see an ambulance speed around the corner. Also again, when our hero returned to the bar, his beer was gone and nobody looked even remotely guilty. Now in a high snit, he ordered a THIRD beer, determined to keep it to himself. Just as he was settling down for a good swallow, there was a horrendous crash right outside on the street. Taking a second to jot a note reading "I spit in this beer" and posting it on his mug, he raced outside. In fairly short order, things calmed down and the patrons returned to the bar again. Our hero could see his beer still sitting on the bar. In a considerably better frame of mind, he strode up to the bar - and read what had been added to his sign: "I know, so did I" ----- thank you, thank you. I'm here all week. Try the veal cuttlets |
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There's a bar in alaska that serves a drink called the 'black finger' or some such...guess what's in THAT drink...
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Teri berry...quite contrary, how does your garden grow? Width, silver, bells, cockle, shells, and prithe made all in aureole |
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Teri berry...quite contrary, how does your garden grow? Width, silver, bells, cockle, shells, and prithe made all in aureole |