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That just took my mind in a direction it didn't need to go in. :yuckky:

It's rather sad

:hell yea!: :hell yea!: :hell yea!: :hell yea!: :hell yea!:

No one hates anyone. That would be considered putting way too much energy towards people we're never going to meet.

Retreat, HELL! by WEB Griffin The Devil Wears Prada by Lauren Weisberger Sick Puppy by Carl Hiaasen

Victoria's Secret 2003

Angelina will be on Anderson Cooper 360 on Tuesday at 10 p.m. ET.

Could we have that picture in full size? please Just click on the thumbnail and you'll be given full size.

Not sure if what is an editorial?

The Mars Volta - Inertiatic ESP

Trying to explain how camera phones work to my mother is giving me a headache.

Fort Minor - Remember the Name

Depeche Mode - The Dead of Night

The "What Annoys You", "What Made You Angry Lately" and "I Hate...Because..." have all been merged into one place, under The Bitch Thread. This was the original, and will be the one that continues on. A reminder of the purpose of this thread:

Why do all the news articles on Ana have to be in portuguese? <_<

From photographer Felix Larher.

Here's the image from that link ^

Really, really isn't.

Username changed.

Boondock Saints Connor: (picking out weapons and gear) Do ya know what we need, man? Some rope. Murphy: Absolutely. What are you, insane? Connor: No I ain't. Charlie Bronson's always got rope. Murphy: What? Connor: Yeah. He's got a lot of rope strapped around him in the movies, and they always end up using it. Murphy: You've lost it, haven't ya? Connor: No, I'm serious. Murphy: That's stupid. Name one thing you'd need a rope for. Connor: You don't fuckin' know what you're gonna need it for. They just always need it. Murphy:What's this 'they' shit? This isn't a movie. Connor: Oh, right. (picks up large knife out of Murphy's bag) Is that right, Rambo? Murphy: All right. Get your stupid fuckin' rope. Connor: I'll get my stupid rope. I'll get it. There's a rope right there. Monsignor: We must always fear evil men. But there is another kind of evil that we must fear the most, and that is the indifference of good men. Connor: I do believe the monsignor's finally got the point. Murphy: Aye. Doc: You know what they say: People in glass houses sink sh... sh... sh... ships. Rocco: I got to buy you a proverb book or something, because this mix 'n' match shit's got to go. Doc: What? Connor: Well, a penny saved is worth two in the bush, isn't it? Murphy: And don't cross the road if you can't get out of the kitchen. Murphy: So you're Chekov, huh? Well, this here's McCoy. Find a Spock, we got us an away team. Connor: Now you will receive us. Murphy: We do not ask for your poor, or your hungry. Connor: We do not want your tired and sick. Murphy: It is your corrupt we claim. Connor: It is your evil that will be sought by us. Murphy: With every breath, we shall hunt them down. Connor: Each day we will spill their blood, 'til it rains down from the skies. Murphy: Do not kill. Do not rape. Do not steal. These are principles which every man of every faith can embrace. Connor: These are not polite suggestions, these are codes of behavior, and those of you that ignore them will pay the dearest cost. Murphy: There are varying degrees of evil. We urge you lesser forms of filth, not to push the bounds and cross over, in to true corruption, into our domain. Connor: For if you do, one day you will look behind you and you will see we three, and on that day you will reap it. Murphy: And we will send you to whatever god you wish. Connor: Well, "Name one thing you're gonna need this stupid fucking rope for." Murphy: That was way easier than I thought it would be. Connor: Aye. Murphy: On TV you always have that guy that jumps over the sofa... Connor: And then you've got to shoot at him for ten fucking minutes. Murphy: We're good. Connor: Yes, we are.

Uh, what? Anyway:

I'm sorta glad I never posted over there all that much so I never had reason to earn an endearment.