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grognak the barbarian
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Senior Dan,

since yesterday was that infamous day, I'll add "Did we give up when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor?"

if you touch the tail, you're just as guilty as any other beastialitist. beastiality-er. Beastial…horsefucker.

Not gonna lie, I did not understand 80% of this post, starting after Enumclaw. Is that pig latin for something dirty?

Annie v. April?

Didn't Tyler Perry produce this?

Juno is defined by her cheeseburger phone, obviously.

You have opened my eyes to the fact that I love listing songs delivered in a cadenced speech instead of singing.

Coitus.

It's not exclusively our staid (somehow victorian) american sensibilities; my time in Europe introduced me to the concept of the Water Closet, which could mean anything, from mundane to eerily sinister!

was he the one with Drummer Hoff who fired it off?

You know, now that I think about it, I went the wrong way with this one. Not enough snark. What I should have said was: If you're a heart surgeon, and you can't get a job, it's honestly because you're just lazy. All you need is a pen knife and an unclogged sink, and seriously, you can make a few hundred thousand

No, you can't. Not only does that violate the Professional Responsibility laws of every state i can think of to approach private clients, but even presuming you could sign up to take state appointments in criminal cases (they have a public defenders office in most states, although many allow you to do it in juvinile

Wow, where were all of you five years ago? Fuck. P.S.- if the AV Club needs an unemployed JD in the providence area, I call dibsies.

Holy God, I'm going. I'm taking off work friday, and I'm going. and I'm bringing half of rhode island with me.

I'd like to address: This is the most unexpectedly funny boards I've seen in weeks.

What ever happened to The Sweedish Chef's Cruunchy Stars? I never ate it, but I remember the commercial.

Somewhere in the black mining hills of Dakota lived a young boy named Rocky RacKill…

we used to make up our own lines in a similar vein, the only one I can think of now is "I've got legs, but I'm not a lego."

Helter S-Kill-ter, obv.