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Whereas ris one for orifice use onry.

Dis comment left intentionarry brank.

Ah so, 'Keith Smith' not Keith Smith but 'Keith Hallis an' Owr-ville' ?? Dis tellibre tlagedy of catacrysmic plopoltions. I bet he wish he could fry way uppada sky but he can't.

What dis nae? Wha you talk around jokings Mr Erdruithg? Creary not rauhging matter rook at Mr Keith Smith he trapped inside Wart Disnae owr with santa hat on and cannabis reaves in head. What sort of sick man trap man in Christmas Owr?

I thank Mr Keith Smith for terr us aw abou' his rife and how he rike to do work and hang around wi friend but bravery not mention fact he trap in body of Christmas Owr. Brave man.

A: A Scotsman wears a kilt and WALT DIS NAE!!!

yadda yadda yadda somethin 'bout big yerrow mount brike, yeh? next thing know, many guy descend on Milton Keane (wherever Parm Erdridge actuarry come from) on bike and try some crazy fundraiser - cyc' around pace dress as bananaman and raise cash for kids with rea' bad disease (Super Pox etc). Anyway - shit get rearry rea' when Parm get wind of all this - dont appreciate no guys come round when he the onme who ride BIG YERROW BIKE around his manor (or BIG YERROW TAXI - who gives fuck?) and use brack widow cataputty - shoot out some ombudsman's eye... porice arrive... load of people get sprayed with pepper spray and who'e thing just one great mess. Milton Keanes - the ride BIG YERROW BIKES dont they?

Q: What's the difference between a Scotsman and Walt Disney?

Yu have come to light prace - it 2010 here, or day, evely day. Some even parteh rike it 1999 on big yerrow Mountebanks fo' fifteen Engrish pounds. Shakamoto pranning widesplead cull, no lespite. Sun Shitty will BURN wiv lighteous frame. The meek will melt. The eldelly will fill pants pisswise. Pragues will closs the rand rike piles of old PC equipment fo' sale, ten poun' O NOES.

Excerrent, John! Shakamoto orso leady fo' motah lace. Am sat in superfast locket machine LIGHT NOW. Yu leady? Set? GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Oh. Oops, Shit have storred engine again. That orways happen in big lace. Oh well. Will lide bike instead. IF I HAD BIKE. JUST WANT BUY BIKE. WHY SO HARD, CLUER WOLRD??

Does dis Jabba bland headset orso come with R2D2? Or C3PO?

Herro! Ris bank of Shakamoto. We have reason think you credit. Prease make phone back around your recent purchase bike ten speed fro' Joh' Rortleh. Good bike you pay. Shak arso have bike to attract mostry wirdfowr using speciar attachment robot baboon arse. Duck rove it!

I just want to buy a bike. WHY IS THAT SO HARD???

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I've that Jillian is more of a bike than others on this site. So think on.

Good point, well made. I don't care if the bike's yellow, either. It's probably NOT EVEN A BIKE.

Steve's the MAN

classic classic band!

Avoid this shit its known to cause Black Market Hormone Clash.

the jams have clearly been kicked out.

Ah oh, wall pack lightin'
Shinin' just like gold
Why don't ya hear me cryin'?
A whoo hoo, whoo hoo, whoo

Whoa oh tell me, baby
What's the matter with you?
Why don't ya hear me cryin'?
Whoo hoo, whoo hoo, whooo

Whoa oh tell me, baby
Where did ya, stay last night?
A-why don't ya hear me cryin'?
Whoo hoo, whoo hoo, whooo

Whoa oh, stop your train
Let her go for a ride
Why don't ya hear me cryin'?
Whoo hoo, whoo hoo, whooo

Whoa oh, fare ya well
Never see, a you no more
A-why don't ya hear me cryin'?
Whoo hoo, whoo hoo, whooo

Whoa oh, who been here baby since
I, I been gone, a little bitty boy?
Girl, be on
Whoo hoo, whoo hoo, whooo

I used to think that love was just a fairy tale
Until that first hello until that first smile
But if I had to do it all again I wouldn't change a thing
Cause envy is everlasting

Jealousy - life has new meaning to me
There's beauty up above and things we never take notice of
You wake up and - Jealousy! Fuck you, love

Girl you're everything a man could want and more
One thousand knives are not enough to cut what I feel inside
Holding hands as I throw you from the shore
Never felt like this before - now you're not a living whore

Each day I prayed this love affair would last forever

There's beauty up above and things you never take notice of
You wake up and - Jealousy! You're in love

things have moved on alot since the "knit one pearl one" world of irene handle.

Spam is the use of electronic messaging systems to send unsolicited bulk messages indiscriminately. While the most widely recognized form of spam is e-mail spam, the term is applied to similar abuses in other media: instant messaging spam, Usenet newsgroup spam, Web search engine spam, spam in blogs, wiki spam, online classified ads spam, mobile phone messaging spam, Internet forum spam, junk fax transmissions, social networking spam, television advertising and file sharing network spam. It is named for Spam, a luncheon meat, by way of a Monty Python sketch in which Spam is included in almost every dish.

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A person who creates electronic spam is called a CUNT.

Sales Pitch is a science fiction short story by Philip K. Dick, first published in Future Science Fiction magazine, June 1954. The premise of omni-present, intrusive and even aggressive advertising and marketing is as relevant as ever. In the end of the story, the character is driven mad by a robot who can forcefully market himself, and refuses to take no for an answer. The subject was of concern to Dick, and features in his early works such as The Man Who Japed. Dick was ahead of his time: advertising was still considered relatively innocuous in the 1950s. A more subtle extrapolation of the idea is seen in J. G. Ballard's The Subliminal Man, written nearly 10 years later.

In 1978, Dick said of the story:
"When this story first appeared, the fans detested it. I read it over, perplexed by their hostility, and could see why: it is a superdowner story, and relentlessly so. Could I rewrite it, I would have it end differently. I would have the man and the robot, i.e. the fasrad, form a partnership at the end and become friends. The logic of paranoia of this story should be deconstructed into its opposite; Y, the human-against-robot theme, should have been resolved into null-Y, human-and-robot-against-the-universe. I really deplore the ending. So when you read the story, try to imagine it as it ought to have been written. The fasrad says, 'Sir, I am here to help you. The hell with my sales pitch. Let's be together forever.' Yes, but then I would have been criticized for a false upbeat ending, I guess. Still, the ending is not good. The fans were right."