Ye Olde CI Daily Banter
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What is this a slide show no charge? Yo rock dog.....
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Kettle Corn for da OZ0
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Oh freddled gruntbuggly,Thy micturations are to me, (with big yawning)As plurdled gabbleblotchits, in midsummer morningOn a lurgid bee,That mordiously hath blurted out,Its earted jurtles, grumblingInto a rancid festering confectious organ squealer. [drowned out by moaning and screaming]Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,And living glupules frart and stipulate,Like jowling meated liverslime,Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes,And hooptiously drangle me,With crinkly bindlewurdles,mashurbitries.Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,See if I don't!Join us on Zoom vHerf (Meeting # 2619860114 Password vHerf2020 )0
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Yakster said:Oh freddled gruntbuggly,Thy micturations are to me, (with big yawning)As plurdled gabbleblotchits, in midsummer morningOn a lurgid bee,That mordiously hath blurted out,Its earted jurtles, grumblingInto a rancid festering confectious organ squealer. [drowned out by moaning and screaming]Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,And living glupules frart and stipulate,Like jowling meated liverslime,Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes,And hooptiously drangle me,With crinkly bindlewurdles,mashurbitries.Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,See if I don't!
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Oh, and good evening everyone! Ashton Symmetry Prestige (gifted the generous mutt, who btw, is not a Vogon)) punched and ready. Pour'N.
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NYCAn Original Poem by KC KasperNew York City, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee in the summer, when the tar sticks to my feet.I love it when they pave 'round cars park-ed in the street.I love when I'm uptown, where the stench invades my nose.I love thee when I'm downtown where garbage stains my clothes.I love thee by the factories which spew forth filth and grime.I love thee down by City Hall which spews forth naught but crime.Thy dear, quaint, pristine beauty and thy old charm I adore.But if thou floated out to sea, I'd love thee even more.The End.1
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kckasper said:NYCAn Original Poem by KC KasperNew York City, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee in the summer, when the tar sticks to my feet.I love it when they pave 'round cars park-ed in the street.I love when I'm uptown, where the stench invades my nose.I love thee when I'm downtown where garbage stains my clothes.I love thee by the factories which spew forth filth and grime.I love thee down by City Hall which spews forth naught but crime.Thy dear, quaint, pristine beauty and thy old charm I adore.But if thou floated out to sea, I'd love thee even more.The End.0
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Cedar, vanilla, and medium spices with clouds of tasty, creamy smoke. Scrumptious!1
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....Pour'N.... like ZZ at that first of the month on free cheese day.
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Sym is done, great smoke, thanks again CraigDog!
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kckasper said:TruDog said:....Pour'N.... like ZZ at that first of the month on free cheese day.0
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Vacation souvenir3
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Nice haul Oy.1
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Nice little smoke.1
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Good evening everyone! SLR Regios punched and ready. Pour'N.1
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Squawk! Squawk!! Arf!!!0
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kckasper said:TruDog said:1
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Evening gents
Courtesy of the coffee bully0