Stumbleupon… Internet Crack!!

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G. W. Bush Isolated?… Nah!!

Soon to be Ex President Bush at last month’s European Summit…

Either somebody farted or these guys are trying really, really hard to ignore Mr “Uniter not a Divider”…

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I wonder if anybody could find a pic of another Prez being so ignored…

Heli Angel?… Or Hell’s Angel?…

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Practice Makes Perfect…

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How Many Ways To Say “Put On A Condom”?…

1) Cover your stump before you hump
2) Before you attack her, wrap your whacker
3) Don’t be silly, protect your Willie
4) When in doubt shroud your spout
5) Don’t be a loner, cover your boner
6) You can’t go wrong, if you shield your dong
7) If your not going to sack it, go home and whack it
8) If you think she’s spunky, cover your monkey
9) It will be sweeter if you wrap your peter
10) If you slip between her thighs, condomize
11) She won’t get sick if you wrap your dick
12) If you go into heat, package your meat
13) While your undressing Venus, dress up your penis
14) When you take off her pants and blouse, suit up your mouse
15) Especially in December, gift wrap your member
16) Never ever deck her, with an unwrapped pecker
17) Don’t be a fool, vulcanize your tool
18) The right selection, is to protect your erection
19) Wrap it in foil, before you check her oil
20) A crank with armor, will never harm her

See lots more and add your own HERE 

Warning! Drunk Talkers Beware!… Print And Post This Warning As Needed…

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Right Now – Mocean Worker – Give This A Listen…

I first heard this tune on a Lincoln commercial… I thought it was one of the old jazz greats… It is… But not the way you’d think… This DJ, Mocean Worker… MOWO seems to have sampled a bunch of the classic jazz greats and come up with this toe tapper.

Listen HEREMOWO

Print this pic and give it to someone you like…

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Slip The Surly Bonds Of Earth!

I was digging about and found a printout of John Magee’s “High Flight”…  Although I’m a Submariner by choice and disposition… I’ve always dreamed of flying. 

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds, – and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless falls of air…
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, nor eer eagle flew –
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high, untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

Here’s a piece regarding this poem