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Funny thread, lets start
this is a discussion within the Everything Else Community Forum; and move away from politics. Post a funny clip. Here is mine. Japanese Girls play a hilarious Prank with a Polaroid - User Videos - HDTrailerz...
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09-05-2011, 12:54 PM
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Funny thread, lets start
and move away from politics.
Post a funny clip. Here is mine. Japanese Girls play a hilarious Prank with a Polaroid - User Videos - HDTrailerz 
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09-05-2011, 12:59 PM
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Last edited by foreverfan; 09-05-2011 at 01:01 PM.. |
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09-05-2011, 01:10 PM
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09-05-2011, 01:33 PM
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09-05-2011, 11:19 PM
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Here’s an interesting comparison for all you cat and dog lovers out there who like to think that their 4 legged friend is better than the other….
Excerpts from a Dog’s Diary…… 8:00 am – Dog food! My favourite thing! 9:30 am – A car ride! My favourite thing! 9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favourite thing! 10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favourite thing! 12:00 pm – Lunch! My favourite thing! 1:00 pm – Played in the yard! My favourite thing! 3:00 pm – Wagged my tail! My favourite thing! 5:00 pm – Milk bones! My favourite thing! 6:00 pm – Oooh, Bath. Bummer. 7:00 pm – Got to play ball! My favourite thing! 8:00 pm – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favourite thing! 11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed! My favourite thing! Excerpts from a Cat’s Daily Diary... Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am. There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow — but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released – and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now……………. |
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