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  1. Why haven't they invented some sort of cold-activated label for beer, perhaps something that would turn from silver to blue, to let me know if my beer is the right temperature to drink?I'm sick of f*cking touching beer to figure out if its cold enough.And I'll be dammed if I'm going to make any assumptions based on how long the beer's been in my fridge.

  2. I've never heard of it, but based on the title I'm thinking it's a show about three big beautiful women who are roommates, and their various romantic trysts with men who love big beautiful women (hilarity ensues).Narrated by Stephen Hawking.Fuck, I'd watch that show every week.edit: I'm thinking of it sort of like a Three's Company thing, except instead of John Ritter with two hot chicks it's one skinny chick with two BBWs, and instead of Mr. Roper it's Stephen Hawking. I may or may not be high.
    I like the sound of this. I may or may not get high.
  3. Just had the misfortune of watching a few minutes of the Big Bang theory waiting for the NCAA championship to start. Do the people who write that show actually think its funny? Or are they just willing to turn out a pile of crap to make a buck? Willing to accept mediocrity in their work, like the rest of us? Just wondering

  4. When swimming in the ocean, lake, etc I love to just let 'er rip and piss my swim trunks. It really is quite satisfying. I try to hold off in the swimming pool, though. Occasionally a good pee in the shower can't be resisted.So what I'm saying is don't knock it till you try it:***Too lazy to post picture of Depends *******

  5. one more pic, you can't really make it out too well cuz the camera operator couldnt hold his hand steady(im camera operator) but when i got back to my aparment this guy was on my couch with penises drawn all over him and various gay phrases, such as, "i am gay" it was real funnyLOLpho4to.jpg
    So back in college I rented a house with a few buddies. Next door lived an English lady, the English lady’s mother, and her 20-something son Timmy who still lived at home. Rounding out the cast was Michael, an overweight and extremely effeminate friend of the family next door. Michael was very frequently present at the house next door, and no one was ever really sure about the nature of his relationship to them. We were pretty certain that Timmy wasn’t gay so the whole thing was a mystery. One night Timmy passed out drunk at out house. Someone in the group took the opportunity to write “F*CK ME MICHAEL” in bold permanent marker across Timmy’s forehead. No doubt it was a you-had-to-be-there thing, but I’ve probably never laughed as hard as I did at that moment.But that night, as drunk as I was, I couldn’t fall asleep to save my life. I kept imagining the extremely likely possibility that Timmy would stumble home in the morning without looking in the mirror and be greeted by his mother, his grandmother, or worst of all, Michael himself. Anyway, I forget the point of this story. Carry on.
  6. There once was a man named Horatio,Who hoped to achieve auto-felatio,So he bent at the back,But he found that he lacked,The proper stretch to penis-size ratio.

  7. I've never done anything like this before. Just a combination of the beat, douchebags at my table, and some other sh*tty stuff thats happened to me recently. No big deal. But, seriously, I'll be getting a standard mouse next time. I really never liked the wireless that much anyway.

  8. Cordless mice are far too tempting to chuck across the room, causing them to shatter against the wall, sending one of the batteries to fly into the dog bowl and land with a sad plooping noise then forcing you to reach in to icky doggslobber water to get the battery and experience regret mixed with a certain satisfaction.

  9. LOL at those who say this could never happen. Let me paint you a picture.Six wealth businessmen agree to play a one table tourney, each putting up 6.83 million and agreeing to the prize structure mentioned.Player one, on hand one, looks down to see AA. In an effort to mix up his play, he open-shoves.Player two looks down to see KK. He figures the only hands that could push like that are smaller pairs and possibly AK. Either way he figures to be a huge favorite, so he calls.Player three read somewhere that you should never fold a all in bet preflop if given 2-1 odds, so he makes the auto-all with 87 suited.Player four, incredulous at the action in front of him, asks “All in?” in a questioning tone, but it is ruled as a binding verbal bet and he is forced in with 10-4 off.Player five is an idiot who thinks QQ must be good.Interestingly, in this scenario, each AA is only 16% to win and the favorite is the 87.So, fold, obv.

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