Welcome to ugly. This is the place where everything is ugly, and nothing is pleasing to look at. What is ugly? A poodle breeded with a reindeer. That's ugly. But seriously, the following is a list of pairs of dogs, each dog fro a different breed. If each pair were to have an offspring, it would look ugly. Actually, let's have some participation. Wht do you think is ugly and what do you not think is ugly?

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cats don't have this problem. Cats are cats, no matter how ugly they are. and why is it ugly? is the person who made al of this up doing this just so he can deal with his own ugly? But if he were to let out his ugly, he would be better . . . but when I say be better, I don't mean that he started beating everybody up (even though that's what I would have done), I'm just saying that there is a peaceful alternative to almost anything. Even with dealing with ugly things.

hitting something makes you very ugly. using people makes you very ugly. saying you're pretty when you are actually ugly makes your face look like a paradox . . . not to mention like a messed up piece of meat. messed up pieces of meat are ugly. I don't have a messed up piece of meat. I have a nice piece of meat. what if everybody were ugly? What if everbodys' teeth stuck out to far, or if everybody had horned-noses, or big ears, breaking out skin, or something worse? What if everybody in the world had everything they could possibly have except for a little bit of beauty on their faces? What If? I'll tell you what if. If all of this were true, we'd all be GORGEOUS. There would be nothing to compare us to. No pretty-young faces. Only old-rotten crater faces. Old-rotten crater faces that we would compare to even older more rotting deeper crater faces. We'd have cracked skin, coupled with deposits of white stuff in our sides that would ooze out every time we nicked our pasty chewed- up bodies on a thorn branch. Our hair would be krinkled and forever falling out. The stuff between our toes would pulsate like little larvae. We'd have crust in our asses, and slime on the spabas. Sweaty sticky balls or lips (depending on what gender you were as if it really mattered), and bugs. Lotsa bugs. Bugs with nests, bugs with families. Bugs with diseases, bugs named Stanley. Bugs with emotions, bugs with ambitions. Bugs that lacked all their inhabitions. Bugs that were lame, bugs that were sore. bugs that were blind, bugs that were whores. Bugs that were poor, bugs that had money. Bugs that were straight, bugs kinda funny. Well, you get the picture. Now for the point. If we were all like that, we would be normal, yes? Of course we would be. We may be that way now, but don't know it cuz we're all the same.

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A friend of mine told me that when he was little, he used to live down the street from this lady. He said that the lady was ugly. His brother and his brother's friend dared this friend of mine to go down to her house, knock on her door, and tell this lady that she looked like she had just been run over by a Mack truck. Well, he was gullible enough to do it. He walked to her house and knocked on her door. When she answered, he told her that she looked like she had just been run over by a Mack truck. His parents beat him severely.
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