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11 comments:
I really hope the police don't dick around in their investigation... that'd drive everyone nuts.
It's more of a Dinner dish.
Is that served with fries and cole slaw?
Is that served with thighs and cold sores?
I thought they were for dessert? Oh wait, that's "pie" that's for dessert ;-)
Anita Bryant is quite happy that they're not just for breakfast any more!
-- Lamont "Sunshine State of Ecstacy" Cranston
I love when people make Anita Bryant references.
You know, back in 1976.
I'll have a side of nuts, too, please!
We don't know, why don't you tell us.
"Retarded penis" sounds like something the e-mail spammers might try and fix with some miracle pills.
I can't keep up with these 'crazy' new food pyramids.
Please pass the grey poupon.
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