The Cellar: Dealing on the agony within.
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Have we done this yet?
The Cellar: We spit on your soul. var: Spitting on your soul since 1990. |
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The Cellar: A Little Song, A Little Dance, A Little Seltzer Down Your Pants
The Cellar: I Couldn't Help but Notice That You Have a Little Dog-a Poopie on Your Shoes The Cellar: Not Subject to the Third Law of Thermodynamics The Cellar: Our Foam Does Not Peel Off During Launch The Cellar: If This is My Thermometer, Then Where is My Pen?! The Cellar: Wobbles But Does Not Fall Down The Cellar: Comfortably Numb The Cellar: But Wait...That's Not All! Order Now, and Receive *Double* Your Order of Insight! |
The Cellar : A very cool smorgasbord.
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The Cellar: Gyring and Gimbling in the Wabe
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And keeping in the theme, a take on one I saw on Richlevy's button site:
The Cellar: The Mome Rath Hasn't Lived That Could Outgrabe Us |
The Cellar: We'd let Andrea Yates babysit our kids.
The Cellar: If you think we stink, you should get a whiff of Jim McGreavey's cock. |
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The Cellar: The Other Musical Fruit
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The Cellar: You gotta love it. Otherwise, fuck off.
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The Cellar: Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends, we're so glad you could attend, come inside, come inside.
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The Cellar is to Nick Nolte as _______ is to Gary Busey.
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The Cellar: We made Steve Guttenberg a star.
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