> >> They know how to spell "losers"?
> >
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>
> dwight
But not looser losers.
Richard
>>> They know how to spell "losers"?
>> LOL!
>
> Not funny. As all of us Boomers age and age, we'll all become loosers.
Please don't tell me what gets loose. I prefer to be surprised in a few
years.
WindsorFox<SS> - 13 May 2008 04:06 GMT
>>>> They know how to spell "losers"?
>>> LOL!
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> Please don't tell me what gets loose. I prefer to be surprised in a few
> years.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I've heard that before "Oh, I was just a baby when
you guys started driving..." Pfffffft please....

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Jim Warman - 13 May 2008 08:03 GMT
I can't speak for "looser".... but age has a way of making us realize that
gravity does indeed work...
As our years advance, we find that those parts that are usually damp, dry
out.... those parts that are usually dry, refuse to stay that way...
YMMV
>>>> They know how to spell "losers"?
>>> LOL!
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> Please don't tell me what gets loose. I prefer to be surprised in a few
> years.
Zomby-Woof@cox.net - 14 May 2008 05:40 GMT
>>>> They know how to spell "losers"?
>>> LOL!
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>Please don't tell me what gets loose. I prefer to be surprised in a few
>years.
Dear Penis, I don't think I like you anymore.
You used to watch me shave,
Now all you do is stare at the floor.
Oh dear Penis, I don't like you anymore.
It used to be you and me, a paper towel and a dirty magazine.
That's all we needed to get by.
Now it seems things have changed, and I think that you're the one to
blame.
Dear Penis, I don't like you anymore
(He sings)
Dear Rodney, I don't think I like you anymore.
'Cause when you get to drinkin',
You put me places I've never been before.
Dear Rodney, I don't like you anymore.
Why can't we just get a grip
On our man-to-hand relationship
And come to terms with truly how we feel?
If we put our heads together,
We'd just stay home forever.
Dear Penis, I think I like you afterall.
Oh and Rodney, while you're shaving, shave my balls.

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