My dog was completely useless as he just laid on the bed and loudly farted while I did the hard mouse killing work.  ****ing dog.
							
						
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 My fist hurts from punching the mouse to death. Assuming it is dead, I don't know, I think I will leave it there for a while before moving the furniture. Hopefully, I will find his crushed little corpse.Try http://wordforge.net/index.php for discussion and debate.
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 Wuss and loser, in deed.Originally posted by regexcellent View PostShut up I'm trying to give TMM an aneurism. Or possibly MRT. Or both.
 
 The real reason we didn't eat Thai or Indian is I don't like spicy food. Judge away.Try http://wordforge.net/index.php for discussion and debate.
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 You can do worse than going to Peter Luger's.Originally posted by regexcellent View Post****. **** **** **** **** ****ITY ****
 
 So, today I am in New York City on business, Manhattan specifically, and decided to meet up with a friend from school who's working here this summer. I am at 56th Street so he comes up on the subway from his office in Lower Manhattan. We start walking around looking for a restaurant, he asks me if I want Thai or Indian or other funny furriner foods and I emphatically tell him no, let's go to a god damn red-blooded American steakhouse.Try http://wordforge.net/index.php for discussion and debate.
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 Spicy food puts hair on your chest. And it makes your dick hard. Or at least, it makes my dick hard.Originally posted by regexcellent View PostThe real reason we didn't eat Thai or Indian is I don't like spicy food. Judge away.
 
 Seriously, what kind of ***** doesn't like spicy food? No meal is complete without (at a minimum) crushed red pepper.
 
 Only spicy things I don't like are the dried chilies that come in Chinese food. They throw the texture off.John Brown did nothing wrong.
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 Wow. I dislike living in the city for the same reasons.Originally posted by Felch View PostNYC is retarded. Everything is expensive, there are cops everywhere, and it's a giant target for nukes.
 
 Same reason I avoid DC as much as possible. When the **** hits the fan, I want to be upwind of the mushroom clouds. To us, it is the BEAST. To us, it is the BEAST.
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 Also, reg is like 135 pounds. There's nothing wrong with that, obviously. But it kind of makes his opinions of food irrelevant. Reg is about as much a food expert as BK is a sex-with-women expert.
 
 Again, I'm not making moral judgments. It's a case of expertise.
 
 I also have a rule about fatness and food: Never trust a skinny cook.To us, it is the BEAST.
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 Guys, remember that reg is only like 15 or 16. He's still got a teen's metabolism and probably eats several truckloads of spam per day.Click here if you're having trouble sleeping.
 "We confess our little faults to persuade people that we have no large ones." - François de La Rochefoucauld
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 I'm 21 thank you very muchOriginally posted by Lorizael View PostGuys, remember that reg is only like 15 or 16. He's still got a teen's metabolism and probably eats several truckloads of spam per day. but the teen metabolism thing is true.  I'm currently going through four slices of dollar-a-slice pizza for lunch. but the teen metabolism thing is true.  I'm currently going through four slices of dollar-a-slice pizza for lunch. I am forced to admit that Manhattan does have some redeeming features. I am forced to admit that Manhattan does have some redeeming features.
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