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by far your best thread in ages
you the SHIAT Perk
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how about making this thread interesting and posting a natalie pic
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There is a story, you know. About Great Bob. And of Cibolo Creek. Now, Great Bob here, Great Bob’s son had a tragic motorcycle accident. Some old woman hit him with a car, crushing the bones in his ankle and shin. (This happened last night). You see, Ed doesn’t want a pickle. He just wants to ride his motorcycle. Ed is a motorcycle cruising kind of guy. Great Bob owns Cibolo Creek. It belongs to him. And Great Bob is a rock artist. He has two houses, and lots of rocks. One house for rocks, one house for Bob. He uses his backhoe to move his rocks about. Great Bob will even rent his backhoe to you for $125/hour. But Ed is special; he can use it whenever he wishes, which is surprising because Great Bob is such a tightwad.
Mr. Ed of Woman Hollering Creek and Carl of Bile Bay were spear fishing. That’s fishing for fish, not fishing for spears. Mr. Ed is quite fond of fishing. I myself have never been fishing but this does not diminish from the quality of my life. I have fish in a tank at home, but I do not fish for the fish in it because then I would no longer have fish in my tank, and then just what would I do with all of the frozen brine shrimp in my freezer? People should think about such things before making rash decisions. Anyway, the Napoleon Hump Head Wrasse is the fish that took Mr. Ed and Carl of Bile bay for a ride. What happened is this: Mr. Ed and Carl of Bile Bay were spearfishin and Ed sees this huge fish…. with teeth! Yes, a fish with teeth. And his name was not Bingo, nor Nix Nein. He was served in the mess hall stuffed with shrimp and covered in coconut milk. The battle to catch the fish was worse than the battle of Iwo Jima.
And apparently Mr. Ed had another story that he was holding out on me. About the Weed. The Weed is not a thing, he is a person. A cranky ole bastard for whom Mr. Ed worked when he was still in the military as a loader-planer. Now, whenever someone was looking for something, say, a stapler, when Weed was asked if he had seen it his reply would always be, “If it was up yer ass you’d know where it was!”. The stapler could be sitting right in front of his nose, and he would still reply, “If it was up yer ass you’d know where it was!”. After a time Mr. Ed and his ornery little shit co-workers caught on that Weed would never in his lifetime actually tell them where anything was. It was a hopeless cause. So they decided that instead of getting pissed at his behavior they would use it for their own amusement.
HumanTarget said:
Yes.
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