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The Cellar: We'll be the judge of your worthiness for conversation!
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The Cellar: Sometimes Does Not Feel...Fresh
The Cellar: The Duct Tape Keeping The Internet from Tearing Down the Middle The Cellar: Where Dad Hides His Old Playboys The Cellar: Currently On Alert Level Mauve with Flecks of Gold |
The Cellar: Post Stacking One Post At A Time
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The Cellar: Trust Us, Our Folks Won't Be Home For Hours... Did You Hear A Car Door?
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The Cellar: "Gullible" Isn't In The Dictionary. Go Ahead, Look It Up.
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The Cellar: Only Satan Has More Power.
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Get The Door..... It's the Cellar.
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Cellar Dwellers
by Nancy Ness How can I get my basement clean? Those cellar dwellers are so mean! Undoing all that I have done, They think - perhaps I'm having fun? Scrub as I might they do not care. They hide in corners everywhere; Those little fellers pink in hue Conspirators, my work undo. I hear them twitter at my back, Cacophonous counter attack. Each corner now devoid of stuff, Upon the walls I see them stuck!! These puny paired prolific pests Have brand new Cellar Dweller nests. Their young imprint me as their mom And cling to me. Where'd they come from? I scoop them up, neat as you please, But - WHOOSH - they're off then with a breeze. Sweep them again to cast them out, "All Cellar Dwellers, SCAT", I shout!! I'll never win this war, I fear. These Cellar Dwellers will live here Long after this is not my home - Pink peanut packing Styrofoam. |
The Cellar: I think the New Posts button is broken.
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The Cellar: Welcome to our newest member, datingservices2
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The Cellar: It Ain't eBay
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The Cellar: It's all fun and games til somebody gets hurt
The Cellar: We're not in here for the good of our health! |
The Cellar: Calmer than you are.
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The Cellar: Gotta Make Way for the Homo Superior!
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The Cellar:
PLEASE DON'T POST IN BIG RED LETTERS! |
The Cellar: You Had Us At Good-Bye
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The Cellar: you did REAL good up to the fish/ants....
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The Cellar: We're 10 times more charming than that Arnold on Green Acres.
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The Cellar: You were doing real good up until the fish and ants...
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Der Cellar: Bruce ist der Hauptspieler; Wolf ist der Glock-enspieler.
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Good one! Maybe not as a tag line, but it made me laugh.
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The Cellar: What was I going to say?
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The Cellar: You're either with us, or you're with the terrorists!
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The Cellar : We came...we saw.. we posted.
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The Cellar: Uh, we found your cat...and he wants to stay.
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I just noticed that I had received a rare honor - a two-fer of Cellar taglines. Thanks, UT.
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The Cellar - if you're homeless, FUCK OFF!
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The Cellar: 50 cents worth of BS in a 25 cent can
The Cellar: No pop ups, but there is the occasional infield fly rule. The Cellar: Carrying on without FEMA's help since 1992. The Cellar: Up to our ass in alligators; swamp still undrained. The Cellar: Mmm...bacon! The Cellar: Where is the love? Oh, you want www.pronaplenty.com. The Cellar: Slow roasted over a real hickory fire, then served piping hot. The Cellar: Spam will be fried, smothered with gravy, and served on toast. The Cellar: What do you mean, we're argumentative?! I disagree with that! |
The Cellar: We Disagree With That.
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The Cellar: We don't agree amongst ourselves. And we like it that way.
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The Cellar: Proudly Serving Only the Finest Whale Penis
The Cellar: Not Yet Busted for Steroids The Cellar: Morescience High Alumni Group Meets Every Thursday Night The Cellar: Tell 'Em You Heard It Here! Then run. The Cellar: Old Acquaintance *Should* be Forgot. The Cellar: Freakin' at The Freakers Ball The Cellar: Jesus is Just Alright, But Buddha Freakin' *Rocks*! The Cellar: Sunshine, Lollipops, Rainbows and Cyanide |
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The Cellar: Not A Placebo.
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Thanks, UT.
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The Cellar: Way More Wickeder.
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The Cellar: Glad That Pluto Finally Got Nailed
The Cellar: No More Sarcasm for Me, Thanks...I'm Typing The Cellar: The Mentos to the Internet's Diet Coke |
The Cellar:
I'm here cause my dad dragged me. Not really my choice. At all. |
The Cellar: The surf-guitar soundtrack is only in your head.
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The Cellar: We confessed, but our DNA didn't match.
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The Cellar: The Guys in the Orange Jumpsuits Along the Electronic Highway
The Cellar: Out, Damn'd Spot! The Cellar: We're in a cave, those are small furry mammals, so you must be a Pict. The Cellar: Celebrate Katrina's First Anniversary with our Smash 'n Grab Sale! The Cellar: Where Disco Lives!...in a petrie dish...frozen in liquid nitrogen. The Cellar: Press 1 for English, 2 for Spanish and 3 for no particular reason The Cellar: We *live* to aggravate British jurisprudence. The Cellar: Welcome to the dark side of the moon. Watch your step, please |
The Cellar: LJ has the perfect user title for you.
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The Cellar: We don't care none if nobody don't post here.
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*We don't care none if nobody don't post [nothin'] here.
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no way!
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The Cellar: No way we don't care no how none if nobody don't post nothin' here.
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The Cellar: Come for the cuteness, stay for the scoffing.
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we need more all-caps on this site
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WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME, ASSHOLE?!
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The Cellar: Katie Couric's source for signature sign offs
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The Cellar: we don't need to yell, WE HAVE CAPS!
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The Cellar: Post nicely, or there will be CAPITAL PUNISHMENT
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The Cellar: Turning on the light dosn't discourage rodents.
The Cellar : Please bring your own cheese and whine. The Cellar: We're so deep some peoples brains actually get the bends. |
The Cellar: A bulimic Ouroboros
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The Cellar: They come to either play footsie or step on someones toes
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