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I thought the Netherlands would have come out a little stronger than this.

Getting food poisoning from bacon is like being bitten by a long time trusted and loved pet. Total betrayal.

White people.

Pics, or I call shenanigans.

How about Uncle Gravy's Soggy Buns: A Gentleman's Club. Has quite a ring to it.

Well, Brasil has two players out, the two big names. Now we know how they score. It's not a team effort. That team has no depth.

Gross. I always thought Uncle Gravy was disturbing. You've elevated that. More hipster than Alton Brown:

Sorry. I got carried away.

Those tits don't look calm at all. Try calming yo tits, man.

That's hipster as fuck. Let's see if I can do better: Alten Brown cooking vegan hamburgers in a terracotta pot heated with sun-warmed recycled water.

How are your tits, 'Bisi? Are they calm? I hear calm tits are the first step to getting out of the shaw.

If you're looking for a blanket kill everything, it's hard to beat Round Up. Of course, that's made by Monsanto, and they're so blasted evil that it's hard to even believe, and I hate to support them, but there is no alternative that works as well. If you can, there is a way around it, but...

Sorry if what I said didn't fit in to your rehabilitation.

People sweat differently, it's just a thing. I, for example, sweat a lot. However, I never have sweat odor. I can be dripping, but no arm pit or foot odor. My wife sweats very little. When she does, she smells like ass. She needs to wash her work out clothes a lot often than I do. But...

You got me. Some days I'm a fan of the dick. Others, not so much. What can you do?

That's the missing piece of the puzzle I've been waiting for. The whole world makes sense now!

I periodically shit in Eyashusa's yard.

I just made a salad with rhubarb, tossed with honey and left on a cookie sheet under the broiler for about 4 minutes, Anise, and cabbage. Toasted pine nuts. Balsamic/olive oil dressing. lightly salted, plenty of pepper. I like it. We'll see what the troops say.

Sir Chunk is wise.

So, on the topic of lemonade, friends of mind had a craptonne of shite weather, making about 20 trees fall down within about 100 metres of their house. Their whole neighbourhood was shut down to the point of no one is able to get cars out. Okay, so there were several crews of tree service...

You're not prepared for the glory.

Honestly. Who wouldn't give for that? I'll do web design, having no experience, but a zesty spiritual life. Obv. I'm qualified. Also, I can drink.

I'm surprised no one here used the product I use. Paint-on underwear.

Do it, man. Do it!

Cake farts. It's relevant to this discussion. Google it.

I need to tell a friend something, and he's not on facebook, doesn't do email, and doesn't text. I actually have to call him and talk to him. I may just sacrifice the friendship instead.

I, myself, love a healthy penis. That's normal, right?

Dude, your man boobs are the reason I get up in the morning.

Izo and Big P fighting for our rights to post tranny cocks? You bet that would happen. It doesn't matter what the fight is, they just want a fight. It's quite dull, but I suppose they find it exciting. And chaos plays along.