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#71
09-13-2004, 04:29 PM
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1-0 Simpson's edition, we need more votes
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09-13-2004, 04:30 PM
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The Cartoonament, Simpsons Edition
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Death is but a door. Time is but a window. "Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind." – Dr. Seuss "Someone called actors 'sculptors in snow.' Very apt. In the end, it's all nothing." – Vincent Price The Oldest and Stongest Emotion of Man is Fear- H.P Lovecraft Six bottles went down the drain One hour's a waste of time I'd ask if you feel the same Still pushin that chance to try Your breath in this cool room chill Long hair that blows side to side You speak and make time stand still And each time you walk right on by |
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09-13-2004, 04:31 PM
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2-0 Simpson's edition
Like a Vietnamese prostitute driving a 1985 Toyota with the bastard son of Abe Simpson in the trunk, this thread needs more votes |
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#74
09-13-2004, 04:46 PM
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Come on, people. I have a fever...and the only cure...is more votes
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09-13-2004, 04:50 PM
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I would vote again but that would be unfair...but i hear ya no one votes for my tourney either
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09-13-2004, 06:39 PM
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...  If you can't dazzle 'em with brilliance...Baffle 'em with bullshit My Karma ran over my Dogma God WAS my co-pilot...But, we crashed in the mountains and...I had to eat him I'm suffocating in what's become of me... The rancid remains of what I used to be |
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09-13-2004, 06:55 PM
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4-0 Simpsons Edition, one more and it's a shut out
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09-13-2004, 09:05 PM
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Next?
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... If you can't dazzle 'em with brilliance...Baffle 'em with bullshit My Karma ran over my Dogma God WAS my co-pilot...But, we crashed in the mountains and...I had to eat him I'm suffocating in what's become of me... The rancid remains of what I used to be |
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