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I don't think crayonz has ever mentioned having a daughter, just a gerbil.

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I'm sure I have many. It's just a numbers game really.

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No offense but you're an idiot. 

 

If you want carbon dioxide on the moon, just bring up a few cans of it from the party stores that fill up balloons for little kid parties.  The moon is small and you can fill it up fast.  Flowers take too long and look gay.

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I think you just became my favorite poster no matter what your identity actually is... 0:)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

p.s. In a stalkeresque move I'm dropping your post into my sig.

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p.s.  In a stalkeresque move I'm dropping your post into my sig.

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In the interest of full disclosure I feel that I deserve mention as the idiot crayonz is referring to. Fair is fair you know.

 

Something like "crayonz response to the idiot Beerball" would suit me fine.

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In the interest of full disclosure I feel that I deserve mention as the idiot crayonz is referring to.  Fair is fair you know.

 

Something like "crayonz response to the idiot Beerball" would suit me fine.

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Cut and...er...pasted?

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He doesn't always look that way. He was just doing his impersonation of Big Ben after the wreck.

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OUCH

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When you're 12 your dad will explain.

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Actually I find explaining it at 10 is easier ... uh

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I WANT A SPONGEBATH  0:)  :doh:

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(On the other side of a curtain divider, the silhouette of a shapely nurse can be seen entering)

 

NURSE: Hi, Denise. Six-thirty, time for your sponge bath.

 

(The shadow of a patient awakening can be seen)

 

DENISE: Mmm.. is it six-thirty already? I fell asleep.

 

(The two women go about preparing the sponge bath. George is visibly affected - breathing heavily, and staring at them through the curtain)

 

SHELLY: (Seems not to notice what's going on beyond the divider) So, George, what are you doing now? I hear you got some kinda television, writing - thing?

 

GEORGE: (Slowly backing away, he's not at all committed to the conversation) Yeah.. television.

 

(The patient, Denise, is trying to get her gown off)

 

NURSE: Let me help you out with that. Here, just slip it over your head..

 

DENISE: Oh.. thank you.

 

SHELLY: (Nodding) Well, it's about time. We thought you were gonna wind up on the street. (As the bath is going on, George is now completely mesmerized) What is it you're doing, exactly?

 

(A moment passes. George seems not to have heard his cousin)

 

ESTELLE: George, you're cousin, Shelly, is talking to you!

 

(Scene ends)

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