That "Special" Person....We All Have Known At least One......

Wanna know how I know you’re gay?

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Wanna know how I know your gay?

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Those who smelt it delt it. Damn don't be a dick. Just play along with the thread.

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Anyone know anyone like that?

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Nah. Sounds like you and Al had some pretty wild butt sex though. Congratulations on that, and thank you and Al for your service.

I know you’re jealous. Ask him nicely. I’m sure y’all will make a nice couple.

Hey I fight my own battles.

It is what is. Can't take it personally. Not the end of the world.

The Irish suck.....I just get annoyed because little bitches like you won't participate in the thread. No instead you be a dick. Shut the frick up and share in the damn thread.

Please we would beat you guys so bad it be over after the coin toss. frick the Irish. The only reason I said anything in your defense was he I get pissed when people won't participate in threads. It like what is the point.

I knew a guy who had a box of mint-condition 1918 liberty-head silver dollars. You see, back in those days, rich men would ride around in Zeppelins, dropping coins on people, and one day I seen J.D. Rockefeller flying by. So I run of the house with a big washtub and... hey! Where are you going? Anyway, about my washtub. I'd just used it that morning to wash my turkey, which in those days was known as ...a walking-bird. We'd always have walking-bird on Thanksgiving, with all the trimmings: cranberries, injun eyes, yams stuffed with gunpowder. Then we'd all watch football, which in those days was called baseball...

Eh, why didn't you get something useful, like storm windows, or a nice pipe organ? I'm thirsty! Ew, what smells like mustard? There sure are a lot of ugly people in your neighborhood. Ooh, look at that one. Ow, my glaucoma just got worse. The president is a Democrat! Hello? I can't unbuckle my seat.

We can't bust heads like we used to, but we have our ways. One trick is to tell 'em stories that don't go anywhere - like the time I caught the ferry over to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe, so, I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. Give me five bees for a quarter, you'd say.

Now where were we? Oh yeah: the important thing was I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn't have white onions because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...