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|Young man dances to Bon Jovi on the Jumbotron at a Celtics game|
We're all clones, all are one and one are all.
Rock out, little clone, rock on.
|Techno Cat Fight|
Lookit the fur fly! And they became friends.
|John Safran - Unaired ABC Pilot - Media Tycoon|
+5 stars for Drum N' Bass On A Jungle Tip
Overall entertaining and amusingly puerile.
|Steve Sutton on Religious Billboards|
I want him to read me bedtime stories.
|The Car with Two Steering Wheels Facing Front and Back|
+5 for this comment. I want a Moloch.
|TNG episode 16 - 'PicArt'|
I don't know when I'll get tired of these, but it's certainly not now.
|Man dodges a train at a level-crossing in Essex.|
Yeah, I wouldn't have wanted to sit through a whole 15 seconds for nothing.
|Stephen & Renee Fowler - Wife Swap (Highlights)|
Yeah, he's a dick, but he's right. She's a dumb, fat, over-opinionated bitch, and she needs to hear it more often until she learns her fucking lesson, like most dumb, fat, over-opinionated Midwestern fucktards.
|Anybots walking robot|
+5 for that comment.
I concur, and this must be done now.
|'The Question of God': Sigmund Freud And C.S. Lewis|
Is that Arthur Dent as C.S. Lewis?
|How to Skin and Prepare a Rabbit|
Actually, the little bastards skin so easy it'll make you wonder what was keeping it on in the first place. Not that I'd know or anything...
|Plan It X - Making Punk A Threat Again|
And just when I'd heard a punk band that had convinced me otherwise, these little wankers proved that punk is deader than dead. Punk is undead, like the shambling, pus-leaking, brain-seeking corpse of Johnny Rotten.
|The Cat From Outer Space (1978)|
AND THE PUSSY CAT
|MY Joker is BETTER THAN Heath & Jack's|
HER Joker is more like Uma Thurman's Poison Ivy.
|The Joe Biden Commemorative Plate|
Is this a joke? If so, I don't quite get it.
|Kitten loves his broccoli|
I had a cat that liked broccoli. The only problem is the farts.
|The Lonely Island - J*** In My Pants|
|Eve Meyer In: What The Window Cleaner Saw|
For every giant jiggly pair of secretary's breasts, there is a peeping tom windowwasher, and for every one of them, there's a hot Soviet spy watching. It's the cycle of life, son.