from: Bryan Bonvallet
Sterling Heights, MI |
June 6, 2001
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If a Vulcan and a Klingon got it on, what kind of child would it be? A super-smart child who wants to kill everyone or maybe a serial killer with no emotion. Or is it better just not to think about it? I've been puzzling over it for days, I need help! Actually, it'd probably be a whole lot like Scott. Cendro |
from: Chris Masi
Sterling Heights, MI |
June 1, 2001
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Now aside from the obvious mental retardation, what exactly is wrong with you guys?
Matt Deluge: Herpes, afraid of flying on open cockpit aircrafts, alergic to lima beans, fear of cheese Cendro |
from: Bryan Bonvallet
Sterling Heights, MI |
May 31, 2001
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Why is it that monkeys are such better writers than humans? Seriously, you chain a monkey to a typewriter and put a man with a whip behind it, and he'll write up quality entertainment for the whole family! This is the first step before they conquer us. You know you saw Planet of the Apes. It all goes back to when the Monkees were evolving from the ancient Dimetridon. Millions of years later, the band "The Monkees" hit the scene in the States with their smash Top 40 hit "Daydream Believer". That was the highest quality writing ever which was very inspirational to monkeys to teach their children good writing skills right from the start. Most of today's hit television sitcoms like "the Jefferson's" and "Facts Of Life" were origanlly written by monkeys by stolen by the savage white man. Even most of the questions on the popular quiz show, "Jeopardy" were straight from the mind of a monkey. Come on, Alex Trebek is not as smart as he looks. Mills |
from: Mills' Greatest Fan
Sterling Heights, MI |
May 8, 2001
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So is Super Sexy Mills really dead or what? Because I seen him at Eric's show. So I'm wondering what the big idea is. I remember the day Tupac, Elvis and I went and played a wicked round of golf. That's one of the finer things to do down in hot, steamy Cancun. On the 5th hole Tupac thought Elvis was tampering with the score card so he shot him down. Thank Heavens that there was a hardened prune in the front pocket of his jumpsuit or else he would have surely been dead on the spot. Ironically, later that night while we were sexin' up the ladies in the hotel bar, Tupac spilled some of his martini on his brand new shirt. What goes around comes around mothafucka! Mills |