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The Cellar: We dont care what race you come from, we'll still beat you.
The Cellar: where all your dreams come true!! (actual dreams may vary from those of The Cellar and its subsidiaries and share holders) The Cellar: sit down and shutup, 'round here we tell you what to think The Cellar: Chinese finger traps dont go there. |
The Cellar: Where nothing can possi-blye go wrong. Er, possibly go wrong.
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The Cellar: come for the grapes, stay for the cramps.
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Hope I'm not duplicating anyone, cause this one seems obvious:
The Cellar: We're all talk. |
The Cellar.....There's a one in a million chance it'll work
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The Cellar: Two Category 4 Hurricanes, and STILL Not a Drop of Water in Here!
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HAHAHA great. I can only hope my roof repairs work, if we get rain from this Bitch.
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The Cellar: Pretty Close to 100% Vegetarian Free.
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The Cellar: Like a fishhook in your brain.
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The Cellar: If you could smoke it...
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The Cellar: trolling for bottom feeders.
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The Cellar: Two all-beef patties, special sauce with extra sarcasm
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The Cellar: We're the anthill, you're the telescope lens
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The Cellar: The answer to "What is 6X9"
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The Cellar: We got your dysfunction -- right here!
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The Cellar: No bells or whistles.
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The Cellar: Snarkiness is next to Godliness.
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The Cellar - the online version of the Algonquin Hotel |
The Cellar- #1 in draining Googles resources with obscure references
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The Cellar - a virtual bathroom wall to scrawl upon.
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for what it's worth, an ode to my favorite contributor
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The Cellar: leave your 10-gallon asshat at the door. |
The Cellar: @#$% YOU!
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The Cellar: The weight-loss suppliment in Sally Struther's purse.
The Cellar: We fart in your general direction. The Cellar: The scared child in Michael Jackson's closet. The Cellar: WWWWWHHHHHAAAAAZZZZZUUUUUPPPPP?!?!?!?! And, finally, for my fellow O&A pests-- The Cellar: Your Moms Box I don't expect any to be picked, but I figured I try... |
the anti-punctuation/capitilization game
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What about "Thoughtful Emesis," then.
Ooh. That wrapped my mind around a hairpin curve to one that might actually be decentish ... "Eschewing Obfuscation since 1990." |
The Cellar: Where everyone should try some things just once. Our patience isn't one of them.
(With a bow in the direction of Bruce) |
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We put the FU in "dysfunctional" |
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"How can they porn thee, let me count the ways..." |
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the cellar: We're Rick James, Bitch!
the cellar: Don;t forget to eat a dick! ( with the apostropholon!) the cellar: By the time you realize that we're not saying anything, it's too late to stop reading it, dumbass. the cellar: Go shit in your hat the cellar: we really, really like you..............Not! the cellar: Please, please help us shut marichiko up! the cellar: Made you look! the cellar: Help us come up with a funny tag line! we're obviously out of good ideas! |
The Cellar: Deeeeeeeeez nuuuuuuuuuuts!!!
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The Cellar....Don't believe everthing you read.
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The Cellar: Mixed nuts
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The Cellar: sex, drugs, rock & roll with a side order of fava beans and a nice Chianti.
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The Cellar: The Impotence of Being Earnest performed daily; plus Saturday matinee.
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The Cellar: do you really want to know where the bodies are buried?
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the cellar: Lumberjim is really a funny guy. Made me laugh out loud! :lol: there you go |
The Cellar: Munchausen Syndrome by Proxy server.
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The cellar: ***************, you're welcome, lumberjim.
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The Cellar: We really are as funny as we think we are.
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The Cellar: We're the Billy Goats Gruff, You're the Troll
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Keep the Information Highway free...no trolls.
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The Cellar: We've Billy Goats; Griff, you Troll.
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The Cellar: a place to feed on ignorant souls.
The Cellar: preventing the return of Jesus Christ for over 2000 years. The Cellar: if you dont know what SCF means. you'll learn the hard way. The Cellar: you cant stop it...go on...try unplugging your computer, it wont work. The Cellar: if you read this you will die in 5 days. hahaha, are we joking? hahaha, you'll find out soon The Cellar: keep reading until you find the antidote. |
The Cellar: 'My people are the people of the dessert' said T. E. Lawrence picking up his fork.
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The Cellar: A Cul de Sac on the Information Superhighway
(I can't remember if I ever offered this one before, I know I've used the descriptor since the 'old days,' though) |
The Cellar: The Cherry on Your Internet Sundae!
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The Cellar:Contrary to popular belief, NOT a chat room.
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The Cellar: Pointless
The Cellar: if sex was a three legged duck then...ahh i forget how that goes |
The Cellar: Drink a beer, light a fart, name your favorite private part...
The Cellar: Your mother's twat needs a doorbell. The Cellar: Your sister goes down on Egyptians. The Cellar: Cancel Your Appointments The Cellar: Theatre of the mindless. The Cellar: Shut up, you'll ruin it! The Cellar: Santa touched me in my no-no spot. The Cellar: Dr. Ruth is a Nazi midget in heat. The Cellar: Anal bleaching is our speciality. The Cellar: Elaine Benes School of Dance Sponsor The Cellar: Tiajuana Donkey Shows Every Thursday - Ladies Drink Free 4PM - 7PM The Cellar: Those kids aren't missing, but they are delicious. |
The Cellar: gooood! Flame wars: baaaaad!
The Cellar: a pimple on the backside of the blogosphere. |
The Cellar: My thread can beat up your thread.
The Cellar: Your sister's hot, but your mom can do that thing with her tounge... The Cellar: Plenty of girls and bands and slogans and lots of hoopla, but remember, NO politics. Issues confuse people. The Cellar: When people say things like, 'that's what I'm talkin' about,' I'll bet that's... the... ummm... type of thing to which they're referring. The Cellar: The debate rages on. But not here. The Cellar: Apparently the difference between a stink bomb and a Level 3 toxic biohazard is two extra drops of sulfur tetraoxide. The Cellar: Don't worry. It's kinda cool... in a loser, dorky, nerdy, 'I'm never gonna have sex' sort of way. The Cellar: Life is hilariously cruel. The Cellar: We do not suffer fools gladly; but if it's any consolation, we will gladly make fools suffer. |
The Cellar: Putting the b into subtle
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The Cellar: I so desperately wished you liked me!
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The Cellar: stare not too long into The Cellar lest The Cellar stare back unto thee.
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The Cellar: Stirred, not shaken.
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