This is the 101st reply to this topic. That reminds me of that show about the Dalmations… now i want to go watch some Disney movies!
I have never liked a single disney movie!
go away, I smell.
I don’t know, “The Lion King” wasn’t so bad.
I never realized any of the Disney movies got married! 
What does that have to do with the price of tea in China?
Here’s some stuff from SPOZ’s Rant…
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I have a tattoo of a butt on a butt on my butt.
There once was a man from Nantucket
Who bought a small chicken to pluck it,
When a thread that he read
Put a thought in his head:
“Why eat this bird when I can … keep it and sell the eggs, thus making back the initial purchase price of the chicken?”
Has anyone gone to Wal-mart today to see if peeps are “on sale”?
Ceci n’est pas une Peep!
Don’t just do something!
Stand there!
We won the hockey game! WOOHOO! 
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Do I cut my hair or not
to snip or not to snip…
This will be my 75th message on the SDMB
Thank you, thank you.
And now,
(it’s…)
An Impromtu Fictional Vignette
By Kn*ckers.
"Cashews." she said. "I like cashews."
I stared back at her, not fully comprehending. Not slightly comprehending, actually. In fact, it took me a moment to realize she had said "cashews." With her mouth full of potato salad, it sounded like "cat shoes."
"Why?" I responded, finally. It seemed like the thing to say.
"Why do I like them, or why do I mention it?"
"Both." Honestly, I didn't care to have either question answered. I wanted to get away from her, away from the damn mosquitoes, and ants, and this stupid woman. But I was trapped. Trapped by love, by obligation, and by the stupid electric dog collar she makes me wear (I should proabably note here that I'm a human, not a dog. People sometimes fail to realize that when I mention the collar).
"Mm." She considered. "I like them because they're tasty, I mention it because I was thinking that potatoes are kind of caloric, and so are nuts, and that reminded me of cashews."
What a moron. Why I fell in love with her, I'll never know. Why I married her is yet even more difficult a question, and why I agreed to come along to her cousin Susan's birthday party-slash-picnic is perhaps the most troubling of all.
Susan came over then, thankfully interrupting our conversation. "Hiya, Jackie," she said. Squinting and curling her lip at me, she added a perfunctory, "Hullo, Jim," under her breath.
Yeah, so I’m the worthless slug, here. Whatever. I cracked open another beer and farted.
Jackie smiled brilliantly, showing off a row of perfect teeth, between soft, full lips. Her smile reminded me of the only thing I actually liked about her - her ass. I don’t know why the two are linked in my mind, but I think it’s something to do with my relationship with my mother.
No, it’s not perverted, asshole - I’m ADOPTED. Bet you feel guilty, now.
“It’s a beautiful day for the party, Sue! So bright, and sunny! Looks like you were born just the right time of year!”
I thought it was too bad Susan had been born at all, but I didn’t mention it. I wondered if Jackie was going to bring up cashews again.
“Yeah, I was lucky. Not silly like you, being born in December!” Susan elbowed my wife playfully, and I bit my tongue to keep from calling her a dumbass and reminding her that when people are born isn’t really their own doing. I think Susan doesn’t know where babies come from, but damned if I’m going to be the one to tell her about the birds and the bees. I tried that with a similarly ignorant woman at work and got slapped with a harrassment suit. No one can say I don’t learn from my mistakes!
Then there was a huge earthquake, and we all fell in to a chasm that opened up in the earth’s crust, where we were burned to death in a great sea of magma. Which meant I never had to go to another one of Susan’s stupid picnics. Thank God.
The End
Heh heh… Travis broke his leg in the cave.
Phasers on “Owie!”
I like shrimp.
This will be my two thousand five hundred and fourty third post to the SDMB (on record)
Run Forest, Run.
Complexity in relationships… who would think we’d have so much trouble?
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