I didn't get around to submitting anything but it probably would have been something about how I love Fruity Pebbles cereal but I'm afraid to buy it because if the cashier is a girl she might think I'm fruity by association.
I bet he has a bad haircut too.
Hey, get back to work! There are cars waiting for their buckets of chicken.
Sounds like Counselor Troi doesn't respond to fan mail.
When I first saw the thread I guessed that someone would admit to having a whole boatload of secret gay sex, and what do you know?
Someday it's going to be my name up on the wall. Someday it'll be my defiant eyes in the photograph school age children will be admiring. Someday everyone will celebrate me, and not some other asshole. Someday I'm going to bowl that perfect game.
Are you concerned that you may be a character trapped in a Tom Waits song? Be smart and learn the warning signs before it's too late. Also, it's too late. It has always been too late.
I'm haunted by a recurring vision of a skeleton flipping me off. To avoid seeing this terrifying image in bumper sticker form, I pay someone with a blank bumper to drive in front of me at all times.
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