05 May 2008

A Paragraph of Sentences That Have Never Been Uttered


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4 comments:

Anonymous said...

What the hell? This is nothing but a rankings entry written in essay form. Plus it's just weird. How am I supposed to work any of this into a conversation at my next party?

Anonymous said...

Here's another STHNBU: That Nick Saban is one honorable dude!

Anonymous said...

Haw haw eeger mad that bama boys be putin the hamer don onnhis poo-crap sory-ass petenders! LOL!!

Anonymous said...

Kissin' my blasted socks!