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I think this is the real quandry. Leaving 5% to uncertainty may be a bit much to start pointing fingers. If you could find out more info through her roommate, have at it. If you somehow polished off that booze yourself, which can happen during a long night of drinking, confronting her about it would be awkward to say the least. Find out for sure, then let fate take your realtionship to wherever it may lead.

I don't know but I hear the bukaki can cost you a pretty penny...

The A's won't be there either...

Shonuff!

LeeeeRooooy!

Thank You. Could not have been put better.

Uh...what so funny?

I kinda like the subject line. Brief. Vague. Piques my interest.

Light in the rear?

I thought "Cold Pizza" was like Sportscenter for chicks...

What if we throw in Tim Anderson? He's got mad hops!

A drunk guy from a place far, far away Long, long ago...

White boy can jump!

Larry Tripplett? 4.93 in the 40-yard dash … 2.86 in the 20-yard dash … 1.73 in the 10-yard dash … 4.35 in the 20-yard shuttle … 30-inch vertical jump … 8 feet, 6 inches in the broad jump … 33-inch arm length … 9 ¾-inch hands.

Darwin Walker? Positives: A great worker with excellent intangibles. Is very dedicated about his studies and about football. Works in the classroom, the film room and the weight room. Can bench-press more than 500 pounds and squat more than 700 and has a vertical jump of more than 30 inches as well as a 40-time of less than 5.0 seconds on the school’s timing surface. Plays hard, competes and understands his role in the defense. Is quick and mobile with above-average functional football strength for a man with a 275-pound frame who has pumped up to 293 in the weight room. Despite the fact that he has pumped up on the weights, Walker has very little body fat. One test showed him as having less than 7 percent body fat.

No way is Anderson and his high motor getting 3 feet off the ground.

I think he will get "rather large" money.

Fitty was about where I started to veer away from mainstream hip hop. The last couple of years have really been a blur. I couldn't tell you the difference between three-six mafia and dem franchise boyz or whoever the yout's is listening to now. I was really into Biggie, Snoop, Dre, and Jay-Z. I still listen to The Chronic, Life After Death and The Black Album. It's getting hard to identify with rap especially being a 35 year old step-dad trying to teach good values. I actually have to listen to hip hop in secret. I can't exactly rap along to The Chronic with my step-son in the back seat: You never know she could be earnin' her man, And learnin' her man, and at the same time burnin' her man Now you know I ain't wit that sh--, Lieutenant Ain't no kitty good enough to get burnt while I'm up in it (yeah) Now that's realer than real-deal Holyfield And now all you hookas and ho's know how I feel Well if it's good enough to get broke off a proper chunk I'll take a small piece of some of that funky stuff.

I wouldn't listen to a station that played something like that.

"Barbie Girl" Hi Barbie Hi Ken! Do you wanna go for a ride? Sure Ken! Jump In... I'm a barbie girl, in the barbie world Life in plastic, it's fantastic! you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere Imagination, life is your creation Come on Barbie, let's go party! I'm a barbie girl, in the barbie world Life in plastic, it's fantastic! you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere Imagination, life is your creation I'm a blond bimbo girl, in the fantasy world Dress me up, make it tight, I'm your dolly You're my doll, rock'n'roll, feel the glamour in pink, kiss me here, touch me there, hanky panky... You can touch, you can play, if you say: "I'm always yours" (uu-oooh-u) I'm a barbie girl, in the barbie world Life in plastic, it's fantastic! you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere Imagination, life is your creation Come on Barbie, let's go party! (Ah-ah-ah-yeah) Come on Barbie, let's go party! (uu-oooh-u) Come on Barbie, let's go party! (Ah-ah-ah-yeah) Come on Barbie, let's go party! (uu-oooh-u) Make me walk, make me talk, do whatever you please I can act like a star, I can beg on my knees Come jump in, bimbo friend, let us do it again, hit the town, fool around, let's go party You can touch, you can play, if you say: "I'm always yours" You can touch, you can play, if you say: "I'm always yours" Come on Barbie, let's go party! (Ah-ah-ah-yeah) Come on Barbie, let's go party! (uu-oooh-u) Come on Barbie, let's go party! (Ah-ah-ah-yeah) Come on Barbie, let's go party! (uu-oooh-u) I'm a barbie girl, in the barbie world Life in plastic, it's fantastic! you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere Imagination, life is your creation I'm a barbie girl, in the barbie world Life in plastic, it's fantastic! you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere Imagination, life is your creation Come on Barbie, let's go party! (Ah-ah-ah-yeah) Come on Barbie, let's go party! (uu-oooh-u) Come on Barbie, let's go party! (Ah-ah-ah-yeah) Come on Barbie, let's go party! (uu-oooh-u) Oh, I'm having so much fun! Well Barbie, we're just getting started Oh, I love you Ken! I'm fairly certain these are the worst lyrics ever, or at least the worst song ever.

My brother has never been guessed correctly at those things. I guess they don't account for people who have actual muscle.

I'm still trying to figure out why anyone wanted to sign this piece of China.

Agree about 50. Mase is trying to make a comback on Fitty's G-Unit record label.

Linky Effin morons!

Apparently a pre-nup was in place. His white trash ass saw all those zeros and started counting how many forties and blunts he could buy.