When it's a city in Austria?

The Cellar: There is no dark side of the Cellar, really. Matter of fact, it's all dark

Especially when referring to Microsoft or Donald Trump.

:badhairsmilie:

The Cellar: We've got you by the short and curlies

but Curlie wants them back.

Curly Watts?

The Cellar: Welcoming you to Giveafuck Bay and the Two Cents Inn

The Cellar: FDA-approved for use on emotional scars by rubbing it in

The Cellar: An argument is a connected series of statements intended to establish a proposition and can be found in 12A next door.

You ain't fooling me, that's really 13 not 12A. I used to live in an apartment 12A and I knew it was really 13. :p:

The Cellar: undertoad is a crybaby hypocrite asshole, but
................it's his website and he'll cry if he wants to
................cry if he wants to, cry if he wants to
................You would cry too if flint happened to you

Team is an anagram of meat, you can only make a tag line from a word that has a smaller word inside it. You can't use an anagram what sort of ridiculous philosophy would that be? It would be a ludicrous credo to make a tagline from an anagram.

The Cellar: There's no I in team but there is meat... and there is eat; but, if you don't eat your meat, you can't have any pudding... how can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat!

The Cellar: Thanks for pudding up with us

The Cellar: sexobon said I should change this tagline so I did and thank goodness they're disposables

The Cellar: Our search for candor will leave no stone unbummed and no bum unstoned

The Cellar: The land of cows and bees. Why? Bee cows. Why bee cows? Bee cows, bee cows.

The land of cows and bees. Everybody wants to live in the land of milk and honey; we're happy to be a little patient.

The Cellar: Celebrating our 200th Anniversary in dog years by jumping your bones

The Cellar: Celebrating our 200th Anniversary in dog years because life's a bitch

I live in the land of milk and honey.

We all do man. They're in every convenience store.

I live in "America's Dairyland", and a lot of honey comes from Minnesota.

So you live in the land of milk and next to the land of honey.

That is a more accurate description Sir.

No wonder you wear flipflops that shit would ruin good shoes.

Just flip that for me. Honey on dis land Milk on dat land.

Just get a dairy cow named Honey.

or a honey bee named Milk. So much cheaper and easier...

The Cellar: Celebrating our 200th Anniversary in dog years while that old dog sexobon turns 9

(June 29th)

Guess where I was born and I'll fess up. Everyone's heard of it. Three guesses per customer.

Pluto?

Pluto and Fifi had quin-puplets; so, there would be four more of me ...

The day is done and time's up; so, I'll just have to tell you: I was born ... roughly where I live now.

The Cellar: Celebrating our 200th Anniversary in dog years 'cause it takes too much effort to calculate it in cat years what with their nine lives.

The Cellar: Celebrating our 200th Anniversary in dog years ...and it'll be 200 dog years before there's a new tagline....

The Cellar: And the bleat goes on...and the bleat goes on...
Gums keep flapping sound bites to the brain
Twitter de da dumb, twitter de da day

PC once was all the rage, uh huh
History has turned the page, uh huh
The narrow views, the flaunted bling, uh huh
Centrism is our newborn king, uh huh

And the bleat goes on, the bleat goes on
Gums keep flapping sound bites to the brain
Twitter de da dumb, twitter de da day

The world wide web is the shopping mall, uh huh
Sexual predators now take a fall, uh huh
And men still keep on marching off to war
Virtually they keep In Real Life score

And the bleat goes on, the bleat goes on
Gums keep flapping sound bites to the brain
Twitter de da dumb, twitter de da day

Cisgenders sit in chairs and reminisce
Boys now chasing boys to get a kiss
Spin keeps going further all the time
Politicians still ask, "On who can you drop a dime?"

And the bleat goes on, the bleat goes on
Gums keep flapping sound bites to the brain
Twitter de da dumb, twitter de da day

And the bleat goes on, yes, the bleat goes on
And the bleat goes on, and the bleat goes on
The bleat goes on, and the bleat goes on

sexobon age reference noted: references Sonny & Cher single from 1967

Somebody's listening hard.

I was hard half the time I was listening to Cher.

Too tall, too skinny.

The Cellar: Putting the community back into online community... or something socially tranmitted

The Cellar: If you can read this, your filter is set too low and your moral turpitude needs to be resolved

She's 5'9".

It was the 4" heels and the 8" hair that did it...

That's how tall I am. Without the heels and hair.

The Cellar: "The remedy to be applied is more speech, not enforced silence."[/tweet]

How tall are you in the hair and heels?:cool:

6'

The Cellar: Beware of the bad-ass Monster

Response: :D :D :D :D :D

this made me so happy. I didn't realize how much of a beating I'd taken recently, but it turns out I've lost all my oomph. I have no self confidence and feel overwhelmed by everything. Just a little lost.... But I'm working hard on being found again.....

It's tough but you can beat it, just like every other thing you're put your mind to. I'll bet even the cow orkers who find you abrasive realize you're smart and skilled.

The Cellar: Epstein didn't kill himself; rather, he shot the deputy

The Cellar: You twinkle above us... we twinkle below
gliddy glub gloopy, nibby nabby noopy la, la, la, lo, lo
sabba sibby sabba, nooby abba nabba, le, le, lo, lo
tooby ooby walla, nooby abba naba
early morning banging gong

You put that song in my head.

The Cellar: We Can't Spare One Square But We Could Possibly Toss You A Round

The Cellar: Peaking right now (no peeking right now)

The Cellar: Out of an Abundance of Caution (and toilet paper)

:drummer:

The Cellar: What the BBS was meant to evolve into... except for the UT base deletion mutation.

FIFY

The Cellar: Closing 31 Dec. Please visit the new community at cellar.boardhost.com... GERONIMO!!!

:lol: