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WatcionTec 1823 PPPo[AE] RFC 1832 DMT MULTITONE CORE G.96 ADAPTER QUICK SETUP: Remove box, find instructions. STEP 1: Unplug your lamp and turn out all of the lights. Find this phone cable and connect it to the green thing and the wall. STEP 2: Hook that one slab of ROY WatPad to the blue thing. STEP 3: hook the blue thing to the white thing and the green thing. STEP 4: Plug the light back in!!1 ALL PORK AND NO WAT MAKES JACK A DULL TOY ! ALL PORK AND NO WAT MAKES JACK A DULL COY ! AWL KIRK AN D NOR N BLRATbshjrlmbdhro*dialtone* |
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| Posted by ...my name. is. THE PLAGUE @ 2011-06-30 01:37:00 | |
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| Posted by Pet'ctlyptem Xon Yihaa'qti WchwaaXaan @ 2011-06-20 13:50:00 | |
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Thank you for calling Roy-roast, soon to be Serv-a-dink Luncheon Meats, how may I fundamentally misprocess simple words today! Are you experiencing a problem connecting to your bacon field resonator? What's that, a static cling for your suitcase? I'm going to say something that almost that's a com plete contradiction of what the last guy said. And if I'm really smart, I'll say something that absolutely doesn't make any sense and blame someone else.Thanks for choosing us. |
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| Posted by ...my name. is. THE PLAGUE @ 2011-06-10 02:06:00 | |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2011-06-06 23:27:00 | |
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| teh fulcrum is wet | |
| the 1985 cut back. he specked french in the federation; the only one. he spoke english in the gardens; who knows why. she indulges literature. she indulges in a small sin as an experiment in passing. if nobody notices it, she make sure that somebody does. In any case... do you read eliot? me neither. but his name was waldo and no... you ain't seen im. | |
| Posted by shitbowl @ 2011-06-02 19:18:00 | |
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| paul am dead | |
| porky plecky plinky plonky for the love of god forsoothe done blowjob kangaroo for the sloppy mix-up pipe. entrenched weasels battle disease of the elder fork when wet. stubiostiltz and i'm going to have to park a barn. when wet viability. astriological widgets. turn rotate manipulate gamma mamma ploooper pleeper. have you prepared for zen? the man walking across the street has. no shoes. stop jumping to conclusions. how can you jump to conclusions without shoes? paul is dead. | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2011-05-31 19:57:00 | |
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| average friday | |
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"she was a five-trick pony in a six-trick town, that's for sure. you could smell the miasma on her lips. but the courtship ritual had only just begun, with an onslaught of tubular crustaceans signalling phase A-4...."
"Er..." the giant bouncer finally halted my tirade with a grunt. "Fine. You can go in." this was interesting. i hadn't asked to be let in. i'd just waited in line because i was bored, and then he stopped me at the door and told me to wait. so i waited. then i started telling him about my sixth wife, a bottle of seagrams 7 from neptune. but whatever. in i went. i sidled up to the bar and renewed our relationship. after about fifteen minutes a band came on. they sounded like this |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2011-05-27 23:47:00 | |
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| chance | |
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do you believe in chance? of which pie in the display case stop n shop which order the future of destiny and density and apple crisp pumppipepie malarkryt? me, i'm not sure, but i like to think so. |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2011-05-13 16:35:00 | |
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| Posted by shitbowl @ 2011-05-12 13:49:00 | |
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| plastic liver bandage | |
| the plastic liver bandage band was quite without reproach upon the ending of the roach. but most handily, when handed a rubber bandilly, the peaches just reached in time. the plastic liver bandage band was forthwith and thenceforth and whowhat and howww.hen but silly me, my dapper knee, the clams absconded my rhyme. drants. | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2011-04-24 17:27:00 | |
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| ISO 9000 | |
| suprescissant porkers blossom in the presence of buffering tonality, at the risk of taking it with you, for ruppled riffs bring ISO 9000 compliance issues on this day of the rat. that spiffy little tank top you like sporting in the sun. the poignant steve, lost in a jar of marmalade. your favorite telephone, bedizened with steel. the tank containing dinner.... all these things. you must submit the proper paperwork, in triplicate, because we are committed to ISO 9000 compliance. it is holy in the eyes of the lard | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2011-04-21 16:48:00 | |
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| landing upon the filch of zedcore | |
| ...and mining datas aplenty from the rivers of the net. why, yes, that one looks good. NOM! datas. wat is this now?? a treasure trove!!1 datacoredump ok now, teleport, datas, teleport, ok, nom, excrete datas, excrete datas, nom NOM NOM, excrete datas on charlie sheen's lawn (at which point charlie sheen has a NOM). nom nom nom nom and now i'm dreadfully tired of this word, and i'm a bit full-up on data too. let's see wotzin dafuhrge nsted~ | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2011-04-09 01:17:00 | |
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| HEADERIMG OVER 20k IMAGES!! YAY | |
RICED OUT HEADERIMG (THE BACKGROUND MODULATOR) HAS OFFICIALLY SURPASSED THE 20,000 IMAGE MARK. HERE'S TO ANOTHER 20,000 JPEGS UNDER THE SEA!!1 |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2011-03-31 04:17:00 | |
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| A FINE FINTAGE, LAD | |
| eh, 'ere. come help me jimmy this loaf outta the doorjamb. nothing but a meat's prattle for two, eh? ahhh, you know i'm just-a delivering ya pizzas, lad -- hot and fresh. a little to the left -- there we go -- and out comes the loaf. a fine one, ain't she? been maturin' in the doorjamb for for 24 parsecs. let's a-crack 'er ! | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2011-03-30 23:19:00 | |
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| reminesque | |
| those were the days -- swinging from land to land with a feisty navigational centrifuge. calibrating rainfall only when necessary. renting zeppelins with a cavalier avatude engendred by the damage-indemnity insurance checkbox. does pizza inflate? let's find out in the sun. discover the inflatability of pizza. got damng | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2011-03-27 00:14:00 | |
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| helium wrench | |
| the impossible helium wrench of my intergalactic garage is hoverin' smooooooth above that oily stained concrete, purr baby. the helium wrench of my imagination concurs!! let us sail up the stairs and through the stars. SAIL! FANCY! stars. up the stairs. date some nice buicks on the way? sure, go ahead, imaginary helium wrench. i know how you like tooling up on a buick. why yes, i do remember that barfight~ | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2011-03-24 21:27:00 | |
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| a pint of some wicked digital juice | |
| ...and don't hold back on the jaundice, yea. sckqwreltzottzyka onya. yea. Digital Juice. don't hold back on the jaundice -- yea. wicked, m8. simply wicked. built like the thames. that digital juice (don't hold back on the jaundice). wickeddddd!~ digital juice. dontcha holdback!onteh jaundice!!getwicked!gettuminthedancefloor futuristic. from tomorrow. wicked digital juice. don't. hold. back. on. the jaundice (tm). don't hold back juice home without it. never sling a turkey sandwich to the hair club without some wicked digital juice to wash it down -- and don't hold back on the jaundice neither, darlin. wicked digital juice | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2011-03-24 21:16:00 | |
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| this is not about pete's fungus at all | |
| the hordes of juju mamas -- the budget han solos seeping into the water supply. the phektor gleason ratio would have to be rationed with. the tea supply of madrid, india. did you know there are many bicycles that don't like me? it's because they believe me responsible for the prime parthenogenesis. it wasn't me, really, i just happened to stumble onto the scene. i was trying to male a parcel to utah. some salt, so they could throw it onto that pile they have -- it was expensive in those days, you know. SALARY! they also set aside funds for parsnips, in addition to salary. in any case, this tangent is keeping me from rationalizing the ratio. the arrangement. the divine arrangement - from salary to parsnips to juju mamas. to the budget han solos seeping into the water supply. seeping into the windows! into the walls. budget han solos. rubber budgie purple plungers. into the waaaattt-tut-tattur!! kleepazoid fungus, o yea fistula, donno body winga~ im sorry wat? | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2011-03-22 22:21:00 | |
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| Cigar Party | |
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When squirrels get together for a party, they like to have cigars. A squirrel party is successful when the number of cigars is between 40 and 60, inclusive. Unless it is the weekend, in which case there is no upper bound on the number of cigars. Return true if the party with the given values is successful, or false otherwise.
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| Posted by Pet'ctlyptem Xon Yihaa'qti WchwaaXaan @ 2011-03-22 13:09:00 | |
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| on the origin of scone lodge genesis | |
| the origin of scone lodge genesis has the beginnings of its cultivation starting in the late-heavy ultra-modified pre-genesis period (hence, the name). using this as our common point of reference, we add london to the map. willie the whale is at the bottom of the ocean (fig. 21c). calibrating our compass to 916 degrees, we trace a large sphereoid into the reality floating above the map, being careful not to stick thineself in thine eye. a light sugar glaze is applied to the sphere, and it goes into the oven @350 for 45 mites. just as you cannot shoot minutes, you cannot shoot mites. out comes a delightful warm scone lodge. spritz with lemon juice and sprinkle on powdered sugar and/or phenethylamines. this recipe copyright (C) riced out recipes, a division of riced out foods, which is a wholly owned subsidiary of riced out industries, in the fine year of 2011. thank you and have a nice scone | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2011-03-20 04:23:00 | |
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