| THIS IS FOR YOU, LUNCHDUDE NS |
| YOU CAN'T SEE ME, BOBBY BITCHCAKES, BUT I CAN SEE YOU! AND I'M WAITING TO STRIKE! |
| WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT... |
| THE WAR IS FAR FROM OVER, LUNCHDUDE! |
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| The "DON'T YOU JUST HATE THAT SHIT" Department |
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| You pull into a parking spot, and you go into the store. You browse around, pick up a few things that you need, and proceed to the checkout. You pay for your purchases and head back out to the parking lot. And what do you see? Some stupid fuckin' nimrod has parked so close to your car, you can't get in it, much less drive out of the spot. THE SHITPILE offers the solution...print out some MICKEY FLIPOFF cards, and leave it on the asshole's windshield! Don't have a printer? Well, DON'T YOU JUST HATE THAT SHIT? |
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| You have just taken your muscle relaxer, had a couple of shots of Jack Daniel's, smoked the last half of the joint you saved from a half hour ago, and you're feeling pretty relaxed...then who shows up at the door wanting to have a threesome? Why, it's Jeannie and Gwen. But with all the alchohol and drugs in your system, you now have "dick-in-the-dirt" syndrome...you could't possibly get it up, not even if you used a crane. You had no idea they were going to show up, or you definitely would NOT have taken all that relaxing shit. Truthfully... DON'T YOU JUST HATE THAT SHIT? |
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| It's your day off. You figure you'll just hang around the house. You're sitting on the couch, surfing through the channels, trying to find something to watch, when the doorbell rings. You walk to the door, open it, and you see the AVON lady standing on your porch. She starts to shake violently, and suddenly, she EXPLODES!!! Shrapnel goes flying at an amazing speed and imbeds itself into your face. Colored dye flies into your hair, turning it a different color, while even more dye hits you in the face,discoloring it for life. You look like a jerk. Tell the truth, now... DON'T YOU JUST HATE THAT SHIT? |
| You and your friend have found a couple of dates. You figured you would take them up to the mountains, and maybe get them to go to a cabin overnight. You have the whole evening planned. Get them wasted, then have your way with them. But during the day, they meet a couple of other guys and leave you and your friend standing at the roadside overlook feeling like a couple of DICKHEADS! DON'T YOU JUST HATE THAT SHIT? |
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