You were the original swinger. And a whole lot more. Have one with Jack, on us, if we could, at that great big Regal Beagle in the sky, will you?
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- We sometimes blank on Babylon
- So Alan Patton likes to drink li'l boys urine.* Ri...
- And there endeth the Olympics
- Things we learned at the pub tonight
- And about as much hilarity ensued as one would thi...
- RIP, Mr. Furley
- She gets our vote
- Progress, part 2
- Progress
- Overheard on a couch in an office last night
- Extra! Extra!
- Well. No sh*t.
- One more public service reminder
- Why we like us some Kanye
- Donna Martin Graduates!
- Promise?
- No comment
- We're thinking of a number...
- Awwwwwwww
- You no say daddy me Snow me I'll go blame
- Mess with the bull...
- Just one this week
- All that glitters is not gold
- "Kevin! Kevin! Over here! Over HERE!"
- Working our way toward 300
- Exactry?
- This is why we worry so, part 2
- We died.
- The tomato doesn't go *there*
- Making coffee
- This is why we worry so
- Feet facing inward
- To the guy at the deli
- Why can't (we)?
- To the guy we almost t-boned
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