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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 12:35 pm
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"Put The ******** Lotion In The Basket!!" - Buffalo Bill
"Personally, I could live without ever having existed..." - John Ellis
"Build a man a fire and he'll be warm for a day; Set a man on fire and he'll be warm for the rest of his life." - John Ellis "Actually, he'll be warm for a couple hours afterward, too." - Asa Spain
"Life's a b***h and then you die." - Anonymous
"If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you But make allowances for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies; Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master, If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two imposters just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it in one turn of pitch - and - toss, And lose and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart, and nerve, and sinew To serve your turn long after these are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the will which says to them "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crouds and keep your virtue Or walk with kings - nor lose your common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count on you, but none too much; If you can fill an unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the earth and all that's in it. And -which is more - you'll be a man, my son." - 'If...' by Rudyard Kipling
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 2:01 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 2:03 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 2:13 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 2:14 pm
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UtterRejection Epitome of Atrophy "Bannana bannana bannana terricota bannana terricot terricota pie." I almost bought your hair style. I didn't buy it. My friend did. And I have no money to change it.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 2:21 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 2:25 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 4:13 pm
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