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U4euh
| Posted on Monday, February 14, 2011 - 01:32 pm: |
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Happy Valentine's Day BadWeb'rs |
Whisperstealth
| Posted on Monday, February 14, 2011 - 01:52 pm: |
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Ahhhhh! |
99savage
| Posted on Monday, February 14, 2011 - 02:16 pm: |
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Right back @ you
Actually she beats the cr'p out of him when they meet up. |
Wolfridgerider
| Posted on Monday, February 14, 2011 - 03:33 pm: |
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I am so READY for my wife!!
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86129squids
| Posted on Monday, February 14, 2011 - 03:36 pm: |
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AAcck! AAAAcckkkkhhhh!!! |
Zane
| Posted on Monday, February 14, 2011 - 03:48 pm: |
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Quick, I need some eye bleach after that. |
Swordsman
| Posted on Monday, February 14, 2011 - 04:50 pm: |
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Why you say like that? He is sexy beast of manliness, no? The women, they cannot resist! ~SM |
Cityxslicker
| Posted on Monday, February 14, 2011 - 08:03 pm: |
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why does the second half of this thread remind me of that old spice commercial Ladies look at your man, Now back to me, Im on a horse, Look at my horse My horse is amazing.... wait now I am mixing my memes |
Froggy
| Posted on Monday, February 14, 2011 - 08:14 pm: |
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It tastes just like raisins? |
Panhead_dan
| Posted on Monday, February 14, 2011 - 10:46 pm: |
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A poem for my Valentine. Collards is green, my dog’s name is Blue and I’m so lucky to have a sweet thang like you. Yore hair is like cornsilk a-flapping in the breeze. Softer than Blue’s and without all them fleas. You move like the bass, which excite me in May. You ain’t got no scales but I luv you anyway. Yo’re as satisfy’n as okry jist a-fry’n in the pan. Yo’re as fragrant as “snuff” right out of the can. You have some’a yore teeth, for which I am proud; I hold my head high when we’re in a crowd. On special occasions, when you shave under yore arms, well, I’m in hawg heaven, and awed by yore charms. Still them fellers at work, they all want to know, what I did to deserve such a purdy, young doe. Like a good roll of duct tape yo’re there fer yore man, to patch up life’s troubles and fix what you can. Yo’re as cute as a junebug a-buzzin’ overhead. You ain’t mean like those far ants I found in my bed. Cut from the best cloth like a plaid flannel shirt, you spark up my life more than a fresh load of dirt. When you hold me real tight like a padded gunrack, my life is complete; Ain’t nuttin’ I lack. Yore complexion, it’s perfection, like the best vinyl sidin’. despite all the years, yore age, it keeps hidin’. Me ‘n’ you’s like a Moon Pie with a RC cold drank, we go together like a skunk goes with it’s stank. Some men, they buy chocolate for Valentine’s Day; They git it at Wal-Mart, it’s romantic that way. Some men git roses on that special day from the cooler at Kroger. That’s impressive,” I say. Some men buy fine diamonds from a flea market booth. “Diamonds are forever,” they explain, suave and couth. But for this man, honey, these won’t do. Cause yor’e too special, you sweet thang you. I got you a gift, without taste nor odor, more useful than diamonds……IT’S A NEW TROLL’N MOTOR!! Luv, from yor romeo P.S. I think yore slicker’n deer guts on a door nob. |
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