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You don’t have to be a man ho

You don’t have to be a man ho

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MQ

I luv my TOTO KEEP it coming Andy brilliant as always
on a deferent note I just ran out of circus tickets and my ticket guy its out of town.
need some circus tickets any body got some or know where I can buy some tickets
Cheers
MQ

MQ

got 50 bucks worth of circus tickets. and delivered
thanks wow its incredible how you can find anything here SWEET
gracias
Cheers
MQ

Anonymous

Common Reasons Why Euphemisms are Used

1. To make difficult or emotional situations more tolerable:
(“the loved one” vs “body,” “cadaver,” “corpse,” etc.)
2. To deceive (conceal the truth); (“culturally-deprived area” vs “slum”:
“air support missions” vs “aerial bombardment”)
3. To lend “status”: (“sanitary engineer” vs “janitor, garbageman”;
“senior citizen” vs “retiree”)
4. To lend “social acceptability”: (“motion discomfort bag” vs “vomit sack”;
“recycling center” or “waste management center” vs “dump”)
5. Advertising; appeals to vanity: (“husky” or “pretty-plus” sizes vs “overly large” [plump, fat] sizes), etc.
6. Political ‘Propaganda’: “the evil empire”, “axis of evil”, etc.
(language intended to ‘demonize’ a perceived opponent)
7. Inadvertent “technicalization” of language by engineers, sociologists, administrators, etc.
(cf. “receiving waters” or “effluent” [of a sewage treatment plant])
8. Or, avoidance (cf. Finnish kontio, otso, vs. karhu), political correctness, etc.

Anonymous

“and sprint for lap “primes” (cash or merchandise prizes, pronounced “preems”)”

I want “Gears of War”

Anonymous

like CJ’s in Tucson. That mofo busted into Z’s place, bagged the gear and is hawking it on the streets of Boulder for meth and broads. Bummer about the Marvel figurines. Lance will probably blacklist Z for daring to outdo him on the ‘I got robbed front’. Here comes the patented SyringeShove!!

Anonymous

Lance: [voiceover] The dream is always the same. Instead of going home, I go to the Livestrong Foundation HQ. I ring, but nobody answers. The door is open, so I go inside. I’m looking around for the people, but nobody seems to be there. And then I hear the centrifuge running, so I go upstairs to see what’s what. Then I see her; this… girl, this incredible girl in a lab coat who looks a lot like my mom. I mean, what she’s doing there I don’t know, because she doesn’t work there… but it’s a dream, so I go with it. “Who’s there?” she says. “Cancerhater,” I say. “What are you doing here?” “I don’t know what I’m doing here; what are *you* doing here?” “I’m preparing your injection,” she says. Then I give her: “You want me to go?” “No,” she says; “I want you to take off your pants and bend over.” So now, I’m gettin’ enthusiastic about this dream. So I go to her, but she’s hard to find as I am overwhelmed with the stress of my guilt; I keep losing her. Finally I get to the door… and I… find myself in a room full of French journalists taking in a press conference. I’m over three hours late; I’ve got two minutes to answer to a positive dope test. I’ve… just made a terrible mistake. I’ll never get to kill cancer. My life is ruined.

But hey, someties you just have to say, “What the flock”…

-Anon

Anonymous

astana’s austin strongarms trump cervelo specialized scott giant kestrel and schwinn

with lame stolen bike pity

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