succubitch

Yes it is official Britney Spears gave birth to a baby boy on Wednesday afternoon in L.A. now to wait and see what she names the poor thing.

Very true, they'll be plenty of money for more boob jobs and fake tan.

I feel sick at the thought.

Just found out that the couple took to the dance floor for their first song as man and wife: a pre-recorded duet of "a whole new world" sung by ... Peter and Jordan. God that's tacky.

Anyone else think they look like ken and barbie?, and don't get me started on the dress.

I got M Bison.

thats my thundercats hoody.

you're an ass

how did i know that you'd find your way on to this tread.

maybe you should

well he most likely thought that you would see it his way and want to spent some time with your best friend before your big day, but you shot him down, and now he's thinking that you don't view his friendship as highly.

Did you ever think that he might want to spend some quality time with you on or around your birthday before your big night out, when your going to be around all these other people; seeing as you said that you're best friends.

Burn moshulu and basement to the ground, with lots of emo fags inside.

without a shaddow of a doubt.

The sound made by the flapping arms of an emo fag.

It was about four years ago, and I was fast asleep in my bed when my 16 year old sister comes into my room screaming "FIRE" so I manage to drag myself down stairs to find the whole place full of smoke, I ran through to the kitchen and found the gas cooker on fire, with flames coming from the grill. Me being half awake, stuck my hand throught the flames and switched the cooker off, then grabbed a dish cloth and wrapped it round the handle of the grill pan and promptley threw it out the open kitchen window. It transpires that my sister got caught up watching jerry springer and forgot about the food under the grill; I then headed back to bed and left my sister to clean the blackened kitchen tiles with a toothbrush.

My old primary school is haunted, it's a catholic school that use to be run by nuns about 60 years ago. The cloak rooms and the toilets were down the stairs in the basement and at the end of a really long corridor; on many an occasion I have seen figures moving at the end of the corridor and heard banging and screaming from behind the wall. Also the town library is built on top of the old hanging tree, and one winter night just before closing I was wandering around, looking to see if there was anything I wanted to check out. I heard this loud creeking sound behind me and turned to see three books fly off the shelf and land on the table in the middle of the room. As you can imagen I quickly made for the door, taking my book of the occult with me.

Care to explain

If you've been married three times and still have the same in-laws. you might be a redneck. If your sister is the third generation of women in your family to coneive a baby as a result of an alien abduction. you might be a redneck. If you think possum is "other white meat" you might be a redneck. If the centerpiece on your dinning room table is an original signed work by a famous taxidermist you might be a redneck. If you think safe sex is having a padded headboard you might be a redneck. If you believe "dual air bags" refer to your wife and mother-in-law you might be a redneck. If the Halloween pumpkin on your front porch has more teeth than your wife you might be a redneck. If the billboard that says "SAY NO TO CRACK" reminds you to pull up your jeans you might be a redneck. If your childs first words were "ATTENTION K-MART SHOPPERS!" you might be a redneck. NASCAR non athletic sport created around rednecks.

seagulls I've now taken to shooting them with bb guns from the bedroom window.

I'd make full use of my cabinet of weapons.

My violent psychotic nature. oh, and my eyeliner.

A bottle of Jack.

I didn't type it out, but just for you: Fat and docile, big and dumb They look so stupid, they aren't much fun Cows aren't fun They eat to grow, they grow to die They die to be met at the hamburger fry Cows well done Nobody thunk it, nobody knew No one imagined the great cow guru Cows are one He hid in the forest, read books with great zeal He loved Che Guevera, a revolutionary veal Cow Tse Tongue He spoke about justice, but nobody stirred He felt like an outcast, alone, in the herd. Cow doldrums He mooed we must fight, escape or we'll die Cows gathered around, cause the stakes were so high Bad cow pun But then he was captured, stuffed into a crate Loaded onto a truck, where he rode to his fate Cows are bummed He was a scrawny calf, who looked rather woozy No one suspected he was packing Uzi Cows with guns They came with a needle to stick in his thigh He kicked for the groin, he pissed in their eye Cow well hung Knocked over a tractor and ran for the door Six gallons of gas flowed out on the floor Run cows run! He picked up a bullhorn and jumped up on the hay We are free roving bovines, we run free today We will fight for bovine freedom And hold our large heads high We will run free with the Buffalo, or die... Cows with guns They crashed the gate in a great stampede Tipped over a milk truck, torched all the feed Cows have fun Sixty police cars were piled in a heap Covered in cow pies, covered up deep Much cow dung Black smoke rising, darkening the day Twelve burning McDonalds, have it your way We will fight for bovine freedom And hold our large heads high We will run free with the Buffalo, or die Cows with guns The President said "Enough is Enough! These uppity cattle, its time to get tough" Cow dung flung The newspapers gloated, folks sighed with relief Tomorrow at noon, they would all be ground beef Cows on buns The cows were surrounded, they waited and prayed They mooed their last moos, they chewed their last hay Cows out gunned The order was given, turn cows to whoppers Enforced by the might of ten thousand coppers But on the horizon, surrounding the shoppers Came the deafening roar, of chickens, in choppers! We will fight for bovine freedom And hold our large heads high We will run free with the Buffalo, or die Cows with guns