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I like the pope, specifically the pope leo the first - becasue he was grrrrrrreat! frosties! frosties pope!

Jew Magic:- the boardgame; please subscribe to my channel to discover more about this fantastic idea.

earwolf popwolf boy who cried wolf, one of you should definatley try to host gelmania when she returns. gemberloid is also much slept on in terms of ep-count, or hes just not utilised right when he;s on the existing shows. FMSIInternet is bulletproof. i kept thinking of how great teacher gelmans private public classes were last night and this morning. last time i cared for an ep this much was peppermen. en serio.

first time ive properly laughed out loud to earwolf in yonkers, gelman is scrumtilescent

Ostensibly working out for heart and tone, his hidden drive would drive him far from home, and when Panopticas' impressive lid shut sleepily his spirit leapt is this manner: creepily.

Puffin' on a phat blunt, what punk - you don't know the half?!?

Thebes is for dweebs - Luxor's the fuck shore.

way to trot out a main course, stenzlinzky ...guess we'll all be howin down on some back alley kung pow scruples now that o flahertys got the big chair; aint that right JardShard? now quit squeezin herb and check these dames for lice.

curtail the cussin' and stop your fussin': watch me shoehorn this turnip then fuck my cousin

Carlito, mi hijo: you couldn't see the hood from the streets. Pachanga (gangbanga!) he served you up The Cosmic Orders' treats

While Senor Cider was knut deep inside her, Ombudsman Ouzo was wintering in Surrey; nursing the social wounds he had taken all season, bleakly meeting each new morn while struggling to mime interest in Mothers' talk of the grousing.

I found Fegries clit under the couch: she's gonna shit when she arises!

Listen to my nine centimetres go BANG!

connor mcgregor aint no beggar - he pays in cash and fights with panache.

Still no Entourage movie up on piratebay. whats the fucking craic?

In rude health, bronze despite the Acropolis' steep shadow - then he turns and goes and drops this nong-sequitor!

Get up to get down, but not in this part'a'town(!)

Keep death away by making friends.

Hang up the phone, I wanna BONE!

Poor, oh poor! Money not found! You guys beneath me.

Ok you're homeless because you didn't make out with Mr. Moms' Dad, but your twin is famous because he did. And you have our pizzas because ...

Catchphrases made ye, kid, an by Christ they can break ye too! Roy Walker taught ye nuttin'?!?

Cadillacs and beanbags are Natures' candy.

Bee (small), gets into mellow mood and sleeps; mellow mood and sleeps - mellow mood and sleeeeps

And you will know my name is The Lord, when I get a man in a dress to ask you for money every Sunday.