Hey, how come every time I click on one of your cellar linkies I get logged out and have to shut down my browser and start it back up a couple times before I can log back in?

Uh-uh, not doing it any more! ;)

Perhaps you have logged in intially without checking the "remember me" box. There was no malice aforethought, I assure you.

What browser do you use? Could you right click on the link and choose "open in a new tab/window"?

One's of you uses the "www" part and the other ones doesn't.

ESPECIALLY PAT

(the jerkoff thing, that is)

Oh, I know you didn't plan it. It is something I have wondered from time to time.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

It's PAT!

The Cellar: Duke sells more cars than Pat. If Duke sold 3 cars cars on Wednesday and 2 on Friday, and Pat sold the same number of cars on each of the days he wore his blue tie to work, how many cars did Duke sell on Monday if he only beat Pat by one sale this week?

42?

How many people do you figure see "42" around the interwebz and wonder what the hell it is about?

forty-two.

I'M not even sure what it means.

she's right, though......

The Cellar: Duke sells more cars than Pat. Lisa leases more cars than Earl.

Mike sells more potato chips. (Looking to Brianna to get this one!) ;)

The Cellar: You'll get a survey about us - just mark "excellent" in every category, unless you'd prefer a kick in the cunt.

hahahahaha. Ali, that made me laugh heartily.

I must be getting over my humour impairement. ;)

lol. I don't believe you havea humour impairment. I think the internet is a fucking big minefield, filled with (obviously) mines, when it comes to humour. Not only can humour get lost to the medium, but we all are talking in a language that is the same and different.

The Cellar: Melts in your mouth not between your boobs, just like an edible bra!

The Cellar: Melts in your mouth not between your boobs, unless that's where you want it.

The Cellar: Melts in your mouth not between your boobs. Don't move, I'll get you a towel...

The Cellar: Melts in your mouth not between your boobs -- until you reach Nirvana

The Cellar: Uh, we found your cat...and he wants to stay because he we have nicer pussies here.

The Cellar: RIP Lumberjim


(Bwahahahaha)

The Cellar: We get our hair done in Reno, just to watch it dye, and then we bury it next to the other bodies.

I see someone has been snooping around in my backyard...

The Cellar: I'm here cause my dad dragged me. Not really my choice. At all. He says I can find my biological father HERE! Not really a comfort. At all.

The Cellar: I'm here because my dad dragged me. Not really my choice. At all. Just like the Camero full of old beer cans wasn't my choice. At all.

The Cellar: You people are just not understanding me. Now, you're wondering what I meant by ... "You people"? SEE, YOU PEOPLE DID IT AGAIN!

The Cellar: You people are just not understanding me. That goes to show what mental midgets you are.

The Cellar: We won't kick you out of bed for eating crackers, but there's lots of things we will kick you out of bed for!

The Cellar: WTF..?

This is the respond to the tag line thread.

If you want to make up new ones, you have to go to cellar meta and post in that thread.

:)

The Cellar: We won't kick you out of bed for eating crackers. Obama doesn't qualify, but we'll give you a free roll....

The Cellar: We won't kick you out of bed for eating crackers. We will, however, make you change the sheets and vacuum the mattress.

The Cellar: Don't touch our monkey unless you mean business :headshake

.............................. monkey business! :lol:

Hey...I was going to put that down. lol well, I was going to put, 'unless you really mean it', but I wont worry about it now. ;)

The Cellar: Don't touch our monkey ...unless it needs spanking

The Cellar: Don't touch our monkey
:sniff:

The Cellar: Don't touch our monkey or you'll get a spanking!

The Cellar: Don't touch our monkey

:EDIT:

The Cellar: Don't torch our monkey
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The Cellar: Don't touch our monkey -it's been our tagline for a while now, and it's starting to fester....

The Cellar: Do not txt while driving. Just don't. No, shut up, just don't


Hey, cool, is this idea from my scorched groove driving bitching, or do I have ESPN?

;)

The Cellar: Do not txt while driving. Just don't. No, shut up, just don't moron.

It is S123. But now that it's been a tagline, anyone left txting while driving deserves to spend quality time with a bridge abutment.

The Cellar: Do not txt while driving. Just don't. No, shut up, just don't.

And don't do this, either.

The Cellar: Do not txt while driving. Just don't. No, shut up, just don't do it unless you've also been drinking ... then you can txt us GB.

The Cellar: We are the future of this great national pastime.

The Cellar: We are the future of this great nation. God help us all.

The Cellar: We are the future of this great nation

Be afraid. Be very afraid.

The Cellar: Do not call us couch potatoes.

The Cellar: We are the future of this great nation. We are also it's past ......so put your head between your knees and kiss your ass goodbye.



pssst, sky, you want this one:

http://www.cellar.org/showthread.php?t=1819&page=100

The Cellar: We are the future of this great nation, so yeah, we're fucked.

haha oops

thanks :blush:

The Cellar: We are the future of this great nation. :eyebrow: And some other nations as well.

AHEM - I have only just seen this tagline (I usually just update New Posts). As a member of an international internet I find it denies me my rights. So there. :rolleyes:

Doesn't say which nation.

The Cellar: We are the future of...uh... well you'll see soon enough.

The Cellar: We've shown you ours, now show us yours ... said their safari to our safari regarding successful first contacts.

The Cellar: We've shown you ours, now show us yours. I see that rash has cleared up...

The Cellar: We've shown you ours, now show us yours. Fuck you kai.

The Cellar: We've shown you ours, Now show us yours. But what's the point? Everyone knows ours is bigger.