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Oh for God's sake the whole Bush should have left the kids, hopped on Air Force 1, flown to NYC and blown up the second airplane with a secret rocket launcher that's aboard the president's aircraft is so retarded. Had Bush left early, Mikey Moore would have said "Bush left, leaving these innocent children in a panic because they didn't know what was going on," and then go on to say that Bush was acting without thought and show the confused looks of the kids' faces. Good thing we have the 9/11 commission to say (I'm being sarcastic for those scoring at him) that if Bush would have stopped reading to schoolchildren and those NY Rescue Workers would have entered the burning buildings in an orderly fashion when trying to rescue victims that countless lives could have been saved...

I used to like chat rooms 10+ years ago. Now they're just horrid. I prefer this place...

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Sad thing is you type better when drunk...

Funny thing is I was staying out of this discussion because I figured I had over-saturated my Mikey fat jokes, but I guess they are still in demand, so here we go: Of course his films are getting standing ovations -- Mikey probably takes up space with all the chairs in the theater, so the patrons HAVE to stand. Happy now?...

Whatever happened to the TSM poster tourney -- are we at the finals yet?...

Only 14,000? I can think of a few more. And remember, HD posts aren't counted...

Or the faceless international leaders supporting Kerry. But it still is funny. Nuts, I can't think of a fat joke to put here. C'est la vie...

Wonder if the Boston team is called the Pink Sox?...

I have no problem with people wanting to come here seeking a better life -- but speak freakin' English, please...

I need to start looking at that "birthday chart" thingy at the bottom of the page. I'd give you some birthday smacks (and a pinch to grow an inch) but it seems your ex-better half beat me to it. Here's hoping your birthday wish comes true *looks, sees a certain poster isn't banned yet*. Drat -- maybe next year then....

Back when I was a kid there was this Choose-Your-Own-Adventure brand of books called "Wizards, Warriors & You." Basically you got to be either character and fight bad guys. My favorite part of the book was flipping through to see all the brutal ways you would die, should you choose the wrong paths. I only had 3-4 books, and I wish I had more of them when I was a kid. Oh, and we're going to be anal about this thread, shouldn't it be placed in "Get Your Learn On"?...

At least he didn't lose...

My hours are 6:30-3. I could come in later and work 8-4:30/9-5:30, but the morning rush hour sucks; there's not that many on the road at 6 a.m...

Well we were also nest to the mall enterance (we had an entrance door in our store as well) and that's where they all went out to smoke, which was another factor...

I've worked at two arcades in my life, and one was at a mall. The mall HATED our store because that's where all the mallrats/burnouts hung out -- years after I left that place they closed down...

And we worked with Stalin in WWII -- yawn...

I am, for the most part. I make my own hours, I'm away from my co-workers, I play on the Internet freely, and I listen to talk radio all day...

Bah. I'm past the point of no return now anyway. We'll probably be moving in July 22 (of course I'll be out-of-state due to work, but I digress)...

Well that explains a lot of things -- I'm so sick of getting pimped all those things whenever I go to one of those stores that I've stopped and go to Best Buy, where I only get pimped free issues of Entertainment Weekley. No they're not, and it's interesting to see where parents drop off their brats now that most arcades in malls have gone out of business...

So many other people are deserving of cancer, but not Johnny. Damn, and he was my favorite. I always wondered what those backstage conversations with other punk rockers who thought Reagan and Thatcher were Mr. and Mrs. Satan were like...

Yuppers -- has he "reported" you yet? If so, please, please, please let me know...

God Damn, Slapnuts! I'll believe you just because I'm not wasting my time reading all that shit. And what the hell is "Soccer Mom'd" -- when and where did this stupid phrase come from?...

Don't forget First Ladies, too...

Heh. I heard last night on everybody's favorite cable news channel that a bunch of animal rights wackos went to some California public officials house, and the neighbors began drenching them with super soakers -- pure gold...