Here's another question: Anyone know how I can get my hands on an Oscar statue?
We're No. 2, yo. We should be ranked No. 1, but each breath that Carl Pohlad takes in keeps us down.
Today I happened to be listening to that song "Roc Ya Body," by MVP. You'll note how cool they are because they deliberately misspell "rock" and "your." Coolness = a flagrant disregard for the English language.
Anyway, at some point in the song, a bloke announces: "All my ladies, sing along, come on!"
But only one woman sings. That's kind of sad.
Random brilliant statement by me: "We are not building a legacy. We are setting up tents by the side of the road and selling velvet paintings. We offer some of the best velvet paintings around. But they are still velvet paintings."
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Woo Hoo! This summer I am moving my family from #2 to #47! But at least it only dropped six places from #41.
My word verification is "XTHOR"
It is as if the marketing division of Mountain Dew got a hold of the Norse god of thunder and did a terrible, terrible thing.
You get an oscar ... you get an oscar and step up ... step up to the potential you are always talking about ... if yer man enough to bring it ... which ya aren't because ... because I'm gonna break you ... I'm gonna break you an' snatch that oscar for my self and then put the smack down with that Lindsay girl myself ... that's right ... all by myself while you lie on the ground in a heaping puddle of your own hopelessness.
(I know it's a little late but I was feeling especially wrestly tonight)
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