I'm a busy man. I don't have time to make as many sites as I used to. Gone are the days when my name appeared on the first page of users ranked by number of sites.
"Do you want me to pour it?" "No, I want you to F*CK it! Sh*t yes, pour the f*ckin' beer!" "I'm sorry Frank, but friends don't let friends drive drunk."
I had been planning to do a post-inaugural ytmnd since election day (when I reserved changer.ytmnd.com). I had always planned to choose the most fitting picture when the time had come. I chose this one. I am sorry if this site does not meet with your approval.
Before he can find himself, he must find his shoe. His shoe that, when put on, will make him identical to many other Waldos, thus making it impossible to find himself. A PARADOX!
Nobody wants us out out here, you know, we're sex offenders, you know, and we are at the bottom of the barrel, and there's nobody to... Push me... And then just touch me... Till I can get my satisfaction... Satisfaction... satisfaction... satisfaction... satisfaction...
KIDS! You can talk and talk 'till your face is blue. KIDS! But they still just do what they want to do -- such as designing and constructing a complex scissor mechanism with a boxing glove on the end of it with seemingly no other purpose than to hit people with enough force to knock them over.
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