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I once took a stroll around Asia
with the Grand Duchess Anastasia When we got to Beijing She started to sing. Thank god I was deaf from displasia.
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09-12-2005, 10:58 AM
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The knights of the round table rode
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09-12-2005, 11:00 AM
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The knights of the round table rode
To the door of the peasant's abode.
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09-12-2005, 04:08 PM
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MR. Smartypants to you.
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The knights of the round table rode
To the door of the peasant's abode. But rather than knocking
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09-12-2005, 04:21 PM
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The knights of the round table rode
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09-12-2005, 07:59 PM
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The knights of the round table rode
To the door of the peasant's abode. But rather than knocking They did something shocking And outside the chivalric code.
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09-12-2005, 08:08 PM
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My neighbour stole my TV,
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09-13-2005, 12:02 AM
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My neighbour stole my TV,
But on her head let it be, Let the big channel knob Fill her gossipy gob
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09-17-2005, 07:33 PM
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My neighbour stole my TV,
But on her head let it be, Let the big channel knob Fill her gossipy gob And her brain drain on Fox 23.
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09-25-2005, 09:46 AM
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The birds are attacking the cats
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09-26-2005, 09:27 PM
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The birds are attacking the cats
And skinning their fur for warm hats
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09-26-2005, 11:25 PM
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The birds are attacking the cats
And skinning their fur for warm hats; The cats, in their turn,
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09-27-2005, 02:09 AM
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The birds are attacking the cats
And skinning their fur for warm hats; The cats, in their turn, Are starting to learn
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09-27-2005, 11:10 AM
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The birds are attacking the cats
And skinning their fur for warm hats; The cats, in their turn, Are starting to learn That a hot dog goes great with Labatt's.
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09-27-2005, 12:10 PM
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They say if you do it too much
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