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Pattaya Thai/Rio Grande Can't make up my mind.

Probably because a lot of guys equate night on the town to sticking your meat rocket into another womans orafice. At least the guys I work with do.

On the way to springbreak in '93, we drove through a town named "Youfella" and needless to say while in town we passed by the local Inn...named "Youfella Inn".

Sounds about right...

When I initially read the story on msn or yahoo (can't remember), there was NO mention of his velocity being slowed down by the reserve parachute. It was a pretty freaking large ommision of the story. It sounded like dude fell straight from the plane to the ground with no alteration of his speed. Stupid effing reporters.

It's big in Mexico... Does a woman really have to pay for that? Maybe it's just to pay someone not to blast it all over their face.

don't

You are just looking for her...

Why would either team ever want to make this deal?

Not for long...they can afford to keep Crosby but when (and more importantly where) are Malkin, Fluery and Staal going to get paind.

That was not my intent, but it was funny none the less. I think she's pretty hot.

Rene Zelweiger is a fag hag. Weirdest. Marriage. Ever. (not really but it sure was surreal)

Tastes good too...

Red wine beef gravy on top of rotini....MMMMMMM

Gay-lover.

Why doesn't clear channel ban Kenny Chesney for being a gay?

Musical genious they might not be, but they can at the very least play an instrument and sing a twangy tune.

Mission accomplished.

It may have not been the worst place in the world but at the Blue Cross Arena around the holidays I was put into a precarious situation. I had a touch of whatever was going around making people pee chocolate nasties out of thier buttholes. For Christmas we got the boy tickets to WWE and he would have been disappointed if I didn't attend. So after eating some nachos , and some other arena junk, I found myself in the oh so familiar position of NEEDING to go. I scurry down to the nearest restroom and jump into the handicap stall (sorry but it was the cleanest). As soon as I got my pants below the brown eye, a blast of dookie flies out all over the toilet and floor and somehow misses me all together. I tried the best I could to clean up, but you can only do so much with toilet paper.

I'd rather know Aguilera's menstral cycle than anything about Paris Hilton. Or the tools she hangs out with in Hollywood.

The video shows paramedics working on the unresponsive reality star as she was wheeled from the Seminole Hard Rock

Is it innappropriate to LOL at this?

Call me callous, but people I don't know dying doesn't even make me blink.

Tragic but not completely surprising.