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When life hands you lemons, make lemonade... ...but what do you do when life hands you a steaming pile of dogshit?
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Scoop it up and get rid of the dog. | |
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Oh damn! Well put...well put indeed.
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Make manure? MY COUSIN WORKS IN A PHARMACY AND SHE SAID THEY ENEMA'D PRANCE INTO OBLIVION WITH FENTONILS!! | |
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Put it in JustErin mailbox? MY COUSIN WORKS IN A PHARMACY AND SHE SAID THEY ENEMA'D PRANCE INTO OBLIVION WITH FENTONILS!! | |
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Fauxie said: Make manure? Feed roses! | |
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How about your mouth?
Oh wait, it's full of shit already. | |
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What's so bad about lemons anyway? I eat those fuckas like oranges. I love sour stuff, me. MY COUSIN WORKS IN A PHARMACY AND SHE SAID THEY ENEMA'D PRANCE INTO OBLIVION WITH FENTONILS!! | |
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Hence your marriage, right? | |
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OK you two...get a room already! By St. Boogar and all the saints at the backside door of Purgatory! |
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A chat room?
Oh I love going in those with fauxie.
Oh, luv4u, where are you?? | |
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Ba doom tis. MY COUSIN WORKS IN A PHARMACY AND SHE SAID THEY ENEMA'D PRANCE INTO OBLIVION WITH FENTONILS!! | |
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Touché, fuckface....touché. | |
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Yes, but if things don't work out and I grow a fondness for whale I'll look you up.
. [Edited 4/13/11 5:44am] MY COUSIN WORKS IN A PHARMACY AND SHE SAID THEY ENEMA'D PRANCE INTO OBLIVION WITH FENTONILS!! | |
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It's killer whale, jerk. | |
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You should be careful about that! The acid from the lemons will literally eat away the enamel on your teeth (and it cannot "grow" back). I love lemons, too, and used to eat the slices when they'd come in drinks but my dentist told me it was starting to ruin my enamel so I had to stop. The check. The string he dropped. The Mona Lisa. The musical notes taken out of a hat. The glass. The toy shotgun painting. The things he found. Therefore, everything seen–every object, that is, plus the process of looking at it–is a Duchamp. | |
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I know! Scary stuff. Don't worry, I don't eat them often. MY COUSIN WORKS IN A PHARMACY AND SHE SAID THEY ENEMA'D PRANCE INTO OBLIVION WITH FENTONILS!! | |
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Besides, I'm British. My teeth are awful anyway, lemons or no lemons. What's a bit of acid breaking down my enamel when my teeth are all pointing at different angles? 
It's so hard to handle a great big pile of dogshit.... unless you take that dogshit to smash it in a bitch's face and mouth til she chokes on it.... then handling that dogshit can become a very satisfying experience. Heck, you may even enjoy the smell....
True story: I have a good friend, when she was very little (about 10 years of age) she was cornered in the playground by the neighborhood bully and his friends. She was the shortest 10 year old girl at the time so she was considered an easy target for bullies. Her bully was a 14 year old boy who was tall and mean. She was knocked down in the grass and he then forcefully took her hand and stuck it in the dogshit that was in the grass. All the kids watching were laughing at what was going on.
Instead of crying, she grabbed as much dogcrap as she could and mashed it in his face. He screamed and cried, she then took her opportunity to hit him back and run. He became the laughing stock and never bothered my friend again. He never lived it down... we still call him "shitface".
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Things will get better. 
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Yeah, you're absolutely right! When that shit gets thrown right back, things will be better.
As for your friend...that's awesome! I mean, it's despicable that a boy would bully a girl like that, but he got what he deserved.
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I've always preferred the Calvin and Hobbes version:
When life hands you a lemon, wing it right back and add some lemons of your own. We don’t mourn artists because we knew them. We mourn them because they helped us know ourselves. | |
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or some dogshyt... THE B EST BE YOURSELF AS LONG AS YOUR SELF ISNT A DYCK[/r]
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...right in the eye!
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