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Post by kolchak92 on Feb 19, 2021 20:12:42 GMT
 Why don't you pass the time by playing a little solitaire?
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Post by Catman on Feb 19, 2021 21:30:08 GMT
Raymond Shaw is the kindest, bravest, warmest, most wonderful human being I've ever known in my life.  |
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Post by Catman on Feb 19, 2021 21:33:32 GMT
His brain has not only been washed, as they say... It has been dry cleaned.  |
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Post by Catman on Feb 19, 2021 21:39:54 GMT
Yak dung!... hope tastes good - like a cigarette should!  |
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Post by alpha128 on Feb 19, 2021 23:03:31 GMT
From this, it might appear that the hydrangea is a fairly simple plant, but there are more complications.  P.S. This is a quote thread for The Manchurian Candidate (1962). |
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Post by alpha128 on Feb 19, 2021 23:13:39 GMT
Quiet, Ed, please! Now, you just sit there quietly and cooperate.  |
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Post by alpha128 on Feb 19, 2021 23:44:37 GMT
Why... Why is all of this being done? What have they built you to do?  |
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Post by Catman on Feb 20, 2021 0:10:32 GMT
My full name is Eugenie Rose. Of the two names I've always favored Rose, 'cause it smells of brown soap and beer. Eugenie is somehow more fragile.  |
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Post by Catman on Feb 20, 2021 0:20:09 GMT
I could never figure out what that phrase meant, "more or less."  |
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Post by alpha128 on Feb 20, 2021 0:55:40 GMT
How did the old ladies...  ...turn into Russians?  |
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Post by Captain Spencer on Feb 20, 2021 5:22:03 GMT
Have you ever noticed that the human race is divided into two distinct and irreconcilable groups: those that walk into rooms and automatically turn television sets on, and those that walk into rooms and automatically turn them off. The trouble is that they end up marrying each other.  |
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Post by Captain Spencer on Feb 20, 2021 5:28:04 GMT
Raymond, I'm your mother. How can you talk to me this way? You know that I want nothing for myself. You know that my whole life has been devoted to helping you...  |
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Post by maya55555 on Feb 28, 2021 23:39:25 GMT
Poor Raymond. Poor friendless, friendless Raymond. He was wearing his medal when he died.  |
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