#2 2008-07-09 17:05:45
How about a swift kick to the pantaloons?
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#3 2008-07-09 22:21:11
Sweet talker.
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#4 2008-07-09 22:42:51
Nice. Got the heart to over 1400bpm. The ants were pretty icky, though.
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#5 2008-07-09 23:48:44
It never gets to the water, which means it's really someone aimlessly wandering the desert.
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#6 2008-07-10 00:36:29
Cool! Did anyone else manage to find the sand castle and kick it over?
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#7 2008-07-10 05:51:28
sofaking wrote:
It never gets to the water, which means it's really someone aimlessly wandering the desert.
Au contraire mon ami. You must have been going in the wrong direction. There is cool lapping foam and a surfboard you can ride. Try again.
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#10 2008-07-10 09:52:00
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#11 2008-07-12 02:59:13
GooberMcNutly wrote:
I can't tell. Are those my footprints, or someone elses?
Buttprints in the sand
One night, I had a wondrous dream;
One set of footprints there was seen.
The footprints of my precious Lord,
But mine were not along the shore.
But then some stranger prints appeared,
And I asked the Lord, "What have we here?"
"Those prints are large and round and neat,
But, Lord, they are too big for feet."
"My child," He said in somber tones.
"For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait.
You disobeyed, you would not grow,
The walk of-faith you would not know.
So I got tired and fed up,
And there I dropped you on your butt,
Because in life, there comes a time,
When one must fight, and one must climb,
When one must rise and take a stand,
Or leave their butt prints in the sand."
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#12 2008-07-12 05:31:18
Dirckman wrote:
GooberMcNutly wrote:
I can't tell. Are those my footprints, or someone elses?
Buttprints in the sand
One night, I had a wondrous dream;
One set of footprints there was seen.
The footprints of my precious Lord,
But mine were not along the shore.
But then some stranger prints appeared,
And I asked the Lord, "What have we here?"
"Those prints are large and round and neat,
But, Lord, they are too big for feet."
"My child," He said in somber tones.
"For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait.
You disobeyed, you would not grow,
The walk of-faith you would not know.
So I got tired and fed up,
And there I dropped you on your butt,
Because in life, there comes a time,
When one must fight, and one must climb,
When one must rise and take a stand,
Or leave their butt prints in the sand."
I don't know if it was your intent, Dirckman, but you've just made a lot of Christians very happy, starting with my mother, who I sent this to instantly.
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#13 2008-07-12 12:47:58
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