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How are you on the cusp of a large penis?

Et tu, Jar-Jar?
 

The political subtext was in the last movie, too, as we saw the Senate (with Jar-Jar casting the deciding vote, IIRC) voting to give the chancellor special emergency powers.

But I think of it more in the Roman Republic becoming the Roman Empire kind of way than in a Michael Moore-ish USA PATRIOT Act kinda way.

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Sequels is a dude?

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Coltrane couldn't keep a cat with a big crank happy- it would throw off his stride on the 10 mile training runs.

Welcome my friends to the threat that never ends
 

OK, I have a new nomination for worst song ever. Oh, jesus, I already forgot its name. But its late eighties/early nineties Rod Stewart, after Young Turks (his last decnet tune) and its No More Lonely Nights/We Built This City caliber. Can anyone come up with it or do I have to look it up?


I also heard "Father FIgure" by Geroge Michael. Exactly what is that song about?

I have such a love/hate relationship with the lite fm radio station on my alarm clock. I found myself enjoying Cool Night by Paul Davis.

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Now that I think of it, I suppose "cusp" was the wrong word.

Star Wars
 

All the time. Does that mean anything?

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Running humor never works, Hank. Especially if it makes no sense.

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Welcome my friends to the threat that never ends
 

Forever young? For. Ever. You-uh-uh-ung.

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I think what Hank was trying to say, Coltrane, is that if you were taking a gigantic crank up your nonmantrapping hole, you might be running a little funny.

DTB's a Lingweenie; DTB's a LINGWEENIE
 

This post puts you in the all inclusive "weenie" category, weenie.

TM

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Maybe if you pronounced the "s" more distinctly.

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Uh, newber. That is the infamous Sacky Squirrel, aka, The Best Poster Ever. If we are nice to Lester, he might post the moving version of Sacky.

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Maybe to Shape Shifter. It's his bias.

This reminds me of the girl in my high school who wore head-to-toe gold lamé to my senior prom (she was very early blooming freshman). Dress, shoes, purse, manicure, pedicure, eye shadow, lipstick, the woiks, all without a hint of irony. She's now a court reporter on LI with three kids and a McMansion and gravity-defying boobs.