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/ o o \
( 7 )
\ '=' / ----- "You look a bit like my cock
after I'm done ****ing..."
-Steve
http://tinyurl.com/nare57



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/ o o \
( 7 ) ---- "Name the place, ****tard.
\ '=' / I'm in Medina, not far
from a blowhard mouth-breather
like yourself. I won't ****
your skank old lady though.
I'll just throw a bitch
slapping on you.
Tell me when and where,
or shut the **** up.
- Steve
http://tinyurl.com/mtk5y5

On Sat, 25 Jul 2009 02:55:05 -0400, "Steve"
wrote:


grow up

Two rednecks, Steveo and Drew Bee, decided that they weren't going
anywhere in life and thought they should go to college to get ahead.

Drew Bee goes in first, and the professor advises him to take math,
history and logic.

"What's logic?" asked Drew Bee.

The professor answered, "Let me give you an example. Do you own a
weed-whacker?"

"I sure do," answered the redneck.

"Then I can assume, using logic, that you have a yard," replied the
professor.

"That's real good," the redneck responded in awe.

The professor continued, "Logic will also tell me that since you have a
yard, you also have a house."

Impressed, the redneck shouted, "AMAZIN'!"

"And since you own a house, logic dictates that you have a wife."

"Betty Mae! This is incredible!"

"Finally, since you have a wife, logically I can assume that you are
heterosexual," said the professor.

"You're absolutely right! Why, that's the most fascinatin' thing I ever
heard of! I cain't wait to take this here logic class."

Drew Bee, proud of the new world opening up to him, walked back into the
hallway where Steveo is still waiting.

"So, what classes are ya takin?" he asks.

"Math, history and logic," replies Drew Bee.

Steveo says, "What in tarnation is logic?"

"Let me give you an example. Do ya own a weed-eater?"

"No."

"You're a queer, ain't ya?"

Mopey Steve wrote:
Hey Drew shoot me an email, you too BT. (it's me)

Mopey died in a fire and his body was burned pretty badly. The morgue
needed someone to identify the body, so they sent for his two best
friends, DrooBee and BeeTee. The three men had always done everything
together.

DrooBee arrived first, and when the mortician pulled back the sheet,
DrooBee said, "Yup, his face is burnt up pretty bad. You better roll him
over."

The mortician rolled him over, and DrooBee said, "Nope, ain't Mopey."

The mortician thought that was rather strange.

Then he brought BeeTee in to identify the body. BeeTee took a look at
the body and said, "Yup, he's pretty well burnt up. Roll him over."

The mortician rolled him over and BeeTee said, "No, it ain't Mopey."

The mortician asked, "How can you tell?"

BeeTee said, "Well, Mopey had two assholes."

"What? He had two assholes?!" said the mortician.

"Yup, everyone knew he had two assholes. Every time we went to town,
folks would say, 'Here comes Mopey with them two assholes.'"

On Sat, 25 Jul 2009 08:32:46 -0400, fitz wrote:

Mopey Steve wrote:
Hey Drew shoot me an email, you too BT. (it's me)

Mopey died in a fire and his body was burned pretty badly. The morgue
needed someone to identify the body, so they sent for his two best
friends, DrooBee and BeeTee. The three men had always done everything
together.


grow up