Er... did you intend to say suppository, good sir? Or did you mean repository? It is, of course, certainly possible that you are a small capsule that, once inserted into someone's anus (or vagina), dissolves and releases a cornucopia of useless information. I'm just clarifying. :}
Treat yoself.
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I said what I meant and meant what I said
An elephant's faithful, one hundred percent!
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Oh my! My interest has been piqued. :3Originally Posted by Citizen Bleys
Treat yoself.
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This quote is much funnier if you read it in the voice of Mary Poppins, as I did.
Well trout... I'm thoroughly disappointed.ARE YOU GONNA STAND THERE AND TELL ME ELMO ISN'T REAL?!?! AND CURIOUS GEORGE?!?! HUH?!?!?!It's like I'm really that person telling kids that Santa Claus doesn't exist
That was already proven to be faulty data
Because I'm one hell of a butler.
Okay, so like, I didnt read the OP..... And out of context.... This sounds really smurfed upSo am I meant to put you in my ass?
I still pick with my fingers when the need arises, so screw your argument. Also I use my right hand for tapping.
They don't really make that many "left-handed guitars" since the globe is apparently dominated by rightey, so I've pretty much always played backwards. Maybe that's why I suck.
As for useless information, I visit wikipedia, tropes, and rumor mills three times daily... each. No one knows more useless stuff than I. Although I can't recite that information verbatim as you seem to have. I don't have an eidetic.
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
An eidetic what?!?!
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spleen, belike.
I forget.An eidetic what?!?!
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
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