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  • Originally posted by pchang View Post
    In America, we usually say Rosy Palm and her 5 sisters.
    Miss Michigan


    (For the slow, Michigan looks like a hand.)
    If there is no sound in space, how come you can hear the lasers?
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    • Originally posted by Al B. Sure! View Post
      Please, molly bloom. You know you like it.
      He said he likes brown-skinned people. Are you brown?
      Graffiti in a public toilet
      Do not require skill or wit
      Among the **** we all are poets
      Among the poets we are ****.

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      • If there is no sound in space, how come you can hear the lasers?
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        • Originally posted by Al B. Sure! View Post
          Please, molly bloom. You know you like it.
          ?

          Define 'it', in this instance.

          He said he likes brown-skinned people. Are you brown?
          According to our resident part Arab, Arabs are well known for being pale. Also, Anwar Sadat was not an Arab.


          I kid you not.
          Vive la liberte. Noor Inayat Khan, Dachau.

          ...patriotism is not enough. I must have no hatred or bitterness towards anyone. Edith Cavell, 1915

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          • Anwar Sadat's mother was Sudanese. Nice try.
            "Flutie was better than Kelly, Elway, Esiason and Cunningham." - Ben Kenobi
            "I have nothing against Wilson, but he's nowhere near the same calibre of QB as Flutie. Flutie threw for 5k+ yards in the CFL." -Ben Kenobi

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            • Originally posted by Al B. Sure! View Post
              Anwar Sadat's mother was Sudanese. Nice try.
              So the Sudanese aren't Arabs ? News to the Baggara.


              Amongst others....
              Vive la liberte. Noor Inayat Khan, Dachau.

              ...patriotism is not enough. I must have no hatred or bitterness towards anyone. Edith Cavell, 1915

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