Mickey: It's not Minnie. It's Sam Jackson. Just like before.
(Jackson winks then drops behind bush again.)
Mickey: It's Sam Jackson again! Jackson, what are you doing?
Jackson: I moved to this bush!
Mickey: Where is Minnie? Minnie? Minnie?
I woke up, but am still dead.
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You know the rules...
1) The postman
A: FIGHT!
2) Defenseless Puppy
A: FIGHT!
3) A wolverine with jaws and claws bound in leather
A: KISS!
4) Paris Hilton in girlie underwear
A: FIGHT!
5) Prostitute whom you have all ready paid.
A: KISS!
6) John Ashcroft
A: FIGHT!
7) Now Ashcroft is unconscious
A: FIGHT!
8) You pummel his unconscious body, severly damaging it
A: FIGHT!
9) Now he is an unrecognizable pulp
A: KISS!
10) Your pals at Tiger Fight Magazine
A: KISS
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Blue had his paw prints on a dynamite belt, a downtown mall, and a manifesto entitled "Death to Bruce Willis."
I sat in my thinking chair and thinked, thinked, thinked.
Then I realized that the dynamite belt... could be used by Bruce Campbell to blow up... the manifesto about shopping malls - no wait. That's wrong.
What if the dynamite... was used to blow up a mall... where Bruce Campbell... was doing a celebrity appearance?
I went the mall where Bruce Campbell was speaking and success! The Terrorists did not blow up the star of "Evil Dead 2" and "Brisco Country Jr."
While I was there I heard that the Mall of America was hit during a "Return of Bruno" reunion concert, but you can't be everywhere at once!
Yours,
Steve or Joe
(I can't remember which one I am)
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Addicts love the "intense focus" of the drug, especially as it gives you a "big buzz," adding that it's "highly addictive." Although some were less impressed by the side effects of "night terrors" and "habitual loss of teeth." All this said, locals love the drug you can "make at home" given it doesn't "explode and kill you."
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Maybe the best thing Channel 101 has ever done. www.channel101.com
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The only people not beating in this poll are McCain are Dick Chaney (undead) and George W. Bush (not eligible for 3rd term, also horrible horrible fucking president, really bad).
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INT: AFL-CIO HEADQUARTERS – DAY
BOURNE sits across from AFL-CIO President, John Sweeney
BOURNE: You’ve seen my Identity, and you know my Supremacy...
BOURNE slides an envelope across the table.
BOURNE: The terms are non-negotiable.
CUT TO:
CLOSE UP – THE ENVELOPE
Sweeney's hands open it. It reads. “No health benefits.”
SWEENEY (VO): (gulp)!
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Young ladies, be warned! Your precious Facebook was just an elaborate ruse by Tiger and Great White Sharks to lure you into a social networking sense of security.
When "Judd from Laguna" asks you to meet him "in the ocean," your answer must be no! Judd is actually a shark with rubber tipped fins, Internet access, and saint-like patience with a keyboard.
Once you are in the ocean, the shark will first confirm your identity (you will be wearing a rose on your bikini top). Then he will eat you.
Why did you abandon My Space, oh youths of 2007? The worst predator on that site was the Morey Eel, easily defeated with a sharp kick to the face.
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Rounds 41 to 45
41: Mexican Wrestling Radiation Clown vs. Tired Brittle Bone Wolf. Result: Wolf wins by urinating on wrestling mask, causing radiation chain reaction.
42: Jason Bourne Clown vs. Abe Vigoda Wolf. Result: Wolf wins by exposing Bourne to memories that he was never loved, dry old man Wolf wit used to maximum effectiveness.
43: Robot Sonic Boom Clown vs. New Born Wolf Puppies. Result: Wolf wins by being too small to be effected by sonic boom. Boom then reflected off urine-resistant sheets, destroys robot Clown.
44: Friday the 13th Jason Vorhees Clown vs. Jamie Lee Curtis Wolf. Result: Wolf uses Freaky Friday powers to change bodies with Clown, sticks large knife in neck, switches back. Linsey Lohan looks on with approval.
45: Me Clown vs. You Wolf. Result: You win, as always.
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Steven Baldwin's new show is called "Steven Baldwin's Yacht Rape Club" and the premise is simple...
Steven invites young women to his Yacht and they enjoy a few drinks.
That's it. Pretty innocent, really. Nothing else happens.
What? "Rape Club?" Sure it sounds bad, but it can't be further from the truth.
So why did Steven Baldwin choose to call his show "Steven Baldwin's Yacht Rape Club?"
Um...
To warn women against the dangers of going to his yacht! Yeah, that's-- no! Why would he have to warn anyone? It's all prefectly sweet.
In fact, just so the girls don't drink and drive, he gets Daniel to drive them home.
Oh... I get it now.
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Although 2007 is just half done, this list will not be revised at year's end.
5) Rescue Dawn, Ratatouille, Zodiac, Once, 300, the Namesake, Grindhouse, and Waitress (tie)
4) Le Shgr - Dutch/Polish film so obscure that it does not exist
3) Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows - a page turner!
2) Goodfellas (1990) - surprised more critics didn't catch this one
1) Voices in my head - not the film, the actual voices, never stopping
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My Ole Pops has many nicknames.
His real name is James S. Pork
So his buddies called him "Spicy Pork"
Which then turned into "Carnitas"
Which they shortened to "Car"
So then they called him "Automobile"
Which became "Model-T (the original Automobile)" then "Mr. T"
"Mr. T" morphed into "B.A." (T's A-Team nome de plume)
"B.A." turned into "Burnt Almonds" which then turned to "Arsenic"
"Arsenic" lasted for a day before they called him "Old Lace"
When they called him "Old Lace," James S. Pork snapped and ate his friends. Uncooked.
He is in prison now, and I never visit.
Above is a picture of James K. Polk since no known picture is available for ole Pops James S. Pork.
Though I call him ole Pops, he is clearly not by father, you of course know this.
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