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Thread started 10/18/04 12:31pm

origmnd	Pickled Name some things that can be pickled.
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Reply #1 posted 10/18/04 12:47pm

irresistibleb1 tch
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Reply #2 posted 10/18/04 12:50pm

Enigmoid
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Reply #3 posted 10/18/04 12:54pm

irresistibleb1 tch
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Reply #4 posted 10/18/04 12:54pm

Enigmoid	irresistibleb1tch said: Your shit stinks.
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Reply #5 posted 10/18/04 12:55pm

irresistibleb1 tch	Enigmoid said: irresistibleb1tch said: Your shit stinks. indeed it does!
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Reply #6 posted 10/18/04 12:57pm

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Pickled lyrics
This here is the story of the three McClusky boys
The shining living legends they call the MC3
The moment they were born they was running in the field
And it wasn't long before they kicked a ball

Now when they was wee boys, they never played with toys
But they booted at that football every morn & through the day
They realized their dream when they all made the team
And they knew they'd win the Cup one day

So raise the banners cross the beams
A thousand praises for the team
Hear the crowd roar whenever they score
Shout the club call, screamin' football
Hey! Come down to the game & you'll see just what we mean

Twas the last game of the tournament, time was running low
The score was tied at 5 to 5 when McClusky took the field
Stunning feet & expertise found them in the scoring zone
And when they deaked the goalie they brought the trophy home

You'll see the most amazing soccer machine
Get yer arse to the game and see just what we mean
Yeah get yer tuckess to the game and they'll show you what they mean

wasn't so fickle, fickle with my pickle
As fickle as I am today
Nothing like a wiggle & a tickle of your pickle
Especially when you're pickled all day

Pickled in the morning
Pickled through the day
Well you might do right by doin' somethin' pickled
So don't put gettin' pickled down

Slaver doon yer mickle for a wiggle & a jiggle
So's the tickle in your pickle will stay
But if you get a trickle
From a wiggle & a jiggle
It's off to the clinic that day

Pickled in the morning
Pickled through the day
Well you might do right by doin' somethin' pickled
So don't put gettin' pickled down
Pickled in the moonlight, pickled as the sun comes 'round
Well you might do right by doin' somethin' pickled
So don't put gettin' pickled down!

This what ya mean? .....DOCTOR!!!

I have a firm grip on reality...Maybe just not this reality

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Reply #7 posted 10/18/04 12:58pm

Enigmoid	irresistibleb1tch said: Enigmoid said: Did you manage to kill them all in the end? Yes, and it was easy, once I learnt how to use the cattle prod. Pesky kids, eh?
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Reply #8 posted 10/18/04 1:04pm

irresistibleb1 tch	Enigmoid said: irresistibleb1tch said: Prague was wonderful, but the service in the dining car was worse than on the little train we took through the Ural Mountains. i mean, can you imagine?! paper napkins! PAPER napkins! oh, the humanity! if i can't wipe my mouth on the cloth woven from freshly shorn baby yaks, what's the point in paying $35,000 on a trip?! damn environmentalists!
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Reply #9 posted 10/18/04 1:06pm

Enigmoid	irresistibleb1tch said: ...and then, the butterfly told me that it would all work out in the end. I just had to believe her. My God, I need some kind of optimism right now... I feel for you, I really do.
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Reply #10 posted 10/18/04 1:10pm

irresistibleb1
tch

Enigmoid said:

irresistibleb1tch said:

i have to go visit my Auntie in the nursing home. i can never decide - do i bring her some lovely biscuits, or rather a book of inspirational quotes? hmmm

I feel for you, I really do. When I feel down, I make myself feel better by taking the swept-up hair from the barber shop, weave a genital wig for my Uncle Liam, and let him show it off to the ladies at the nursing home.