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I thought you were going to kill yourself.

Tow package. :::spits tobacco juice:::

You say that she whines the same lyrics over and over again as a means of backing up your argument that she can't sing. You honestly can't deny that she has a decent voice, because she does. You're harping on lyrical quality here.

Would my car be considered a BAH GAWD TRUCK? I'll talk to him if it'll make him feel better. 5.4 liter V8. :::scratches self, spits:::

I do believe this is the first time I've ever seen CanadianChick own someone. I am impressed.

God forbid there's a discussion about cars in a thread about cars, right? Troll.

I recall Kotz being in love with her, as well.

Bold prediction: Beau will be revealed as a PBP the day of his banning, causing him to spaz out and spam the HD board.

No she doesn't. Listen to this man, he's right. The bitch whines the same lyrics over and over again. She's a female Billy Corgan with more hair and less heroin addicts surrounding her. Allow me to point out the part I think you ignored.

Large weaponry has little to no kick-back.

And what band would that be? Green Day? Sugarcult is pretty damned inoffensive. Coheed and Cambria is pretty damned inoffensive.

And please explain the origins of using "La Parka" as an option on a poll.

That episode was just entertaining because that guy would flip out on everyone, including his fiancee. The image of him walking down the street in his all-white tux, screaming at the top of his lungs about gutting the limo driver had me in hysterics. The True Life: I'm going to fat camp episode was just depressing.

Bon Scott.

Kotz.

My car is better than all of yours. Just ask Spoon.

Wow. That's some deep shit there, IDRM.

I'm more amused at seeing the guy on the lower left part of the screen leap out of his seat.

Once I tore my ACL wrestling with a girl. Win.

A walking, fucking, talking marshmallow.

I don't remember you talking to me. I guess you should be more interesting.

I want to know what this had to do with me. I still demand to know what this had to do with me.

Happy Birthday, Sass.

But you are awful. And you should consider looking up "confectionary".

You just described my Friday night.