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January 30, 2008

CREEPING FASCISM IN SWEETWATER, TENN.

Now they're saying a woman can't carry a crowbar in her pants.

("Crowbar in Her Pants" would be an excellent name for a rock band,)

(Thanks to Siouxie)

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She was presumably not happy to see the sheriff.

As someone whose church has been broken into by idiots, I say, hit her with her own crowbar.

A) Siouxie needs to switch to decaf.

2) If I had a nickle for every time I've heard, "Is that a crowbar in your pants?" I'd have... OK, So I'm broke.

It wasn't the crowbar. It was the lurking.

Cops hate lurkers.

I like saying "lurking." Lurking, lurking, lurking.

as long as it wasn't a terntavern.

random, I found this last night. I blame the wine.

Hey! I constantly pee behind churches with a crowbar in my pants ... well, at least that's what I used to say to the ex.

Men, on the other hand, are allowed to think that what they've got in their pants is a crowbar, even if it's really a lock pick.

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