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Prince Charles and his son William worked off their Christmas dinner yesterday by trying to blast some small furry creatures read more
Prince Charles and his son William worked off their Christmas dinner yesterday by trying to blast some small furry creatures to pieces.
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The Texas 'redistricting' has
outed Tom Delay.
The Texas 'redistricting' has
outed Tom Delay.
One may be continually abusive without saying any thing just; but one cannot be always laughing at a man without read more
One may be continually abusive without saying any thing just; but one cannot be always laughing at a man without now and then stumbling on something witty.
The Cincinnati policeman was using his nightstick
like a posthole digger.
(in reference to the death by ruptured kidney
and read more
The Cincinnati policeman was using his nightstick
like a posthole digger.
(in reference to the death by ruptured kidney
and other factors after the clubbing of Nathaniel Jones
by 2 Cincinnati policemen).
If there is justice with no mercy, Ira Flatow
will have to come back countless times as
a lab rat read more
If there is justice with no mercy, Ira Flatow
will have to come back countless times as
a lab rat for all the cruelty he has promoted on NPR.
70 pheasants shot in Rolling Rock
by Dick Cheney who's not in Iraq.
70 pheasants shot in Rolling Rock
by Dick Cheney who's not in Iraq.
I do not waste my time in answering abuse; I thrive under it like a field that benefits from manure.
I do not waste my time in answering abuse; I thrive under it like a field that benefits from manure.
If a man's character is to be abused, say what you will, there's nobody like a relation to do the read more
If a man's character is to be abused, say what you will, there's nobody like a relation to do the business.
A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
'Tis but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake read more
A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
'Tis but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake is still.
The smitten rock that gushes,
The trampled steel that springs,,
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings
Mirth is mail of anguish,
In which its cautious arm
Lest anybody spy the blood
And, you're hurt exclaim.
