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July 31, 2004


You don't have to keep everything in your pants.

(Thanks to Bill Crider)


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Twice in one week?!

Gotta go buy Lotto tickets!

F * I * R * S * T !

As for me, there's no room to keep anything extra in the front of my pants like this jamoka . . . if you catch my drift. (heh-heh)

another one of those lovely southern,'hey. yall aint gonna believe th....." you know you are a redneck when your pants explode. dodobird.

"Is that a methamphetamine cannister exploding in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"

The secret ingredient of all good meth is charred testicles.

When my cousin was a kid, he once slid down a playground slide with a firecracker and a book of matches in his back pocket. Not a good idea.

"..second and third degrees burns to his testicles"

Second AND Third??? Do we really need that level of burn differentiation for his family jewels? You can just say "burns to his testicles" and you're going to get the same reaction from all the guys...*doubles over in sympathetic pain *

Well, Higglee, at least his penis was unscathed. :)

"Always look on the bright side of life!"

Exploding Pants - many uses, including agnfab.

And Burning Testicles wbagnfarb too.

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