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Nickelback oozes of hardcore, testosterone-laden masculinity. Those guitar riffs make me hard (in a very manly way) just thinking about them. If you want fag music just look to Killswitch Engage (pretty obvious metaphor for buggery) and other Brokeback Mountain wannabees.
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Support our troops, put a magnetic ribbon on your car. I would lay them [Helen Thomas's labia] across my face like two smelly pancakes.... ~ md45 Jeffreys continued to jet urine onto the ground; he had produced a great steaming patch already, as if he intended to cover his nakednesss with a cloud. He furrowed his brow and asked, "Murder you say. So a man has died?" ~ From Quicksilver: Volume One of the Baroque Cycle by Neal Stephenson |
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Support our troops, put a magnetic ribbon on your car. I would lay them [Helen Thomas's labia] across my face like two smelly pancakes.... ~ md45 Jeffreys continued to jet urine onto the ground; he had produced a great steaming patch already, as if he intended to cover his nakednesss with a cloud. He furrowed his brow and asked, "Murder you say. So a man has died?" ~ From Quicksilver: Volume One of the Baroque Cycle by Neal Stephenson |
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And don't be ashamed; homosexuality doesn't carry the stigma it once did.
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Support our troops, put a magnetic ribbon on your car. I would lay them [Helen Thomas's labia] across my face like two smelly pancakes.... ~ md45 Jeffreys continued to jet urine onto the ground; he had produced a great steaming patch already, as if he intended to cover his nakednesss with a cloud. He furrowed his brow and asked, "Murder you say. So a man has died?" ~ From Quicksilver: Volume One of the Baroque Cycle by Neal Stephenson |
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Oh, so now you're playing the monkey-poking-out-his-eyes card? That's below the belt, bro!
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Support our troops, put a magnetic ribbon on your car. I would lay them [Helen Thomas's labia] across my face like two smelly pancakes.... ~ md45 Jeffreys continued to jet urine onto the ground; he had produced a great steaming patch already, as if he intended to cover his nakednesss with a cloud. He furrowed his brow and asked, "Murder you say. So a man has died?" ~ From Quicksilver: Volume One of the Baroque Cycle by Neal Stephenson |
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