--Baloo
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Whadaya lookin' down here for?!?
I'm quitting smoking!
I'll do something clever later!
Now get lost!
[SNARL!]
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[This message was edited by Baloo on May 03, 1999.]
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Mine is the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
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'Sir, you've been ordered not to take Polermo'
'Ring General HQ, ask them if they want me to give it back'.
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"Some people call me the Space Cowboy. Yeah! Some call me the Gangster of Love. Some people call me Maurice. Whoo hoo! 'Cause I speak of the Pompatus of Love!" - Steve Miller Band's The Joker
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Mine is the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.
Almost every culinary advance made in America resulted from a need to make food that was about to go bad palatable.
Chicken-fried steak: Pound it flat, bread it, deep-fry it and smother with gravy.
Ketchup: Disguise the flavor.
In the pioneer days, you killed what you ate and continued to eat it until it started to move again (altogether now: EEEEEEEEeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwww!) Modern improvements in food production, safe storage, etc., haven't removed these foods from our culinary pallette. Rather, these foods are now safe enough that we can worry about taste. If you've ever eaten grass-fed beef, you'd understand the attraction of ketchup.
--Baloo
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Vote Baloo for
Curmudgeon-in-Chief!
"I'm not as old as dirt, but I remember when it was under warranty!"
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