Imperialism Is Seldom The Target of Libel

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The Magazine for Guys Like You

Macy's is the province of goyish older ladies only.

As are sweater sets (though once Joan Jett made eye contact with me).

Phil DeGrave in a euphoric dream.

The ever-looping phrase "Who the fuck is that?!"

The United Nations of Seth.

The panic just outside is my story, plane full of holes.

Through the soil and into the ground water.

Movie stars don't worry about being shallow.

Buttons On Osama's Chair

Taste S-Hog Lucky Charms.

I must say to you: Howard.

In top left corner is the number "K".

Cheney, he’s another scary guy.

The streets are cordoned off with Bush's failure to win the popular vote.

So if we attack Iraq.

So if we attack Iraq and kick out Saddam.

You mean. You mean. You mean. You mean claank?

Yes, in the top right corner under "Bush Body Count".

Youthful indiscretions cached as "youthful indiscretions".

Cheney vs. Bush -- They forget to use their brains.

I will be Bush's son for tickets to the swearing-in.

Smallpox, in top right corner, that must be cured.

Juliana Spahr really picked the songs that appeared on "The Kick Inside Of The Dreaming".

Results Vary Similar

The war was right there, cheering on the crowd and carrying signs reading "NEW RINGTONES FOR YOUR MOBILE PHONE".

It's now overrun by wankers.

And it will kick your ass if you threaten them.

BART Cop Rants.

Bleached gull sky.

Colorless thing, EST.

Oil - Death To The Last Drop.

Don't take it seriously.

5 Natural Contours Vibrators (designed by Al Gore).

Math result not representable except as "Xenophobia Sucks".

Everything exists to annoy you until the year 2004.

Bush leaves America's students to do the mambo.

Lookout!

Trying to read unreadable language.

Politics is devoid of real arguments.

Powell has not a shroud of concrete evidence, Sly.

Eno envy.

The cheap labor available in Scotland is not just an eyewash.

all proving deceptive

Swing skeptics duty - Yuma, Yuma.

GREEN EGGS turned NBA stars into funky ABA players.

The media march to war.

Babies self-regulate, flying on shrapnel and love.

And this in a town cancelled for the following reasons: brown sugar and ham.

I'm struggling to be the s that something disowned.

I continue to nurse like a flashy Nike commercial.

Wait until 8.

The jury pool joins Columbia's S.

Redd Foxx gave her the biggest break when he recommended her for the Aunt Esther role.

And a giant pays the entire cost for her paternal grandmother's cornflakes.

I wonder if it hurts to live?

Today is the next day of the rest of my life, a PS to sleeping.

Former Flashdancer Jennifer Beals is a big yawn culled from alan's work.

Diabetes poses a doubt. Human rubble. A big-time tune-out.

Buildings as a fingertip for chorus girls.

Patriotic gore, the distribution of primes.

Sanford's Son: The Sanford Arms.

Bush foresees freedom in Iraq

George W. is riding the tremor of his mortal pain.

You are in, Red Monkey.

From the flaming pickets of Rumsfeld here is my gift: Men to their graves.

Grover has a shattered throat.

I'm just speaking out loud, watching your brothers burning.

Don't seed on the orbit of repetition.

We will defend our freedom with all of the Palestinians when we get together in a big white room.

Zero minus 1.

"Game Over."

A dead soldier swims above little heads, it's the liberals asking why and how.

It's 'drivel' not 'dribble'!

The Bill of Rights cached.

It's the ultimate patriotic act to defend what makes this country unique.

Elmer Fudd U.

A psychopathic god sprawls its slimy length over our city.

A woman with a dead embryo in her womb grabs footholds in prison sentences.

Sure, one snowflake can completely detach. Watch me!

American Funnel Cloud.

Then you smeared us as having grown taller from singing.

Free to be you and me, as if we're germs, not moths.

Pretend that mass murderers are great statesmen, all silver and white.

Not because a peaceful alternative to war with Iraq is lying around, but because we're leaving trails of skin.

Is history lies or jokes?

Go tell them themselves!

Watching Venus Williams on the left side of a DoD news briefing.

This poem about mushrooms and walking the dog is a 4.

13 Minutes Ago

DH means DH.

Texas can put a strain on the heart.

To get a spacecraft into orbit, out the mirror they stare.

Who are you to put on more faces and pretend you are Eddie Albert?

Pork, the other pork.

Y stair. Give us conject priority to carb strip leaves.

A Canadian will go or not go.

She witnessed the death of her father when he stepped on a live power line.

Tragedy is NASA's professionalism.

Your upper lip.

Earth to Ketones in my urine at 4.

A poem by Muhammad Iqbal, roughly translated, "You A Boy or a Girl?"

Enabled = 'no'.

What would be good to see?

Praise the mutilated world.

Remember the mummies.

And the beautiful bridges connecting them all.

Silence can be complex too!

He heard the news: Dead astronauts are greatly appreciated.

I am 36 weeks and I'm still prized among the living.

Is this computer broken or what?

No.

Nothing will ever penetrate these walls, that envied face.

His wasted skull, like burning tongs, next to the almonds and the black cherries.

Our Indian heritage, okay in NYC, cordoned off with ropes, robotic scum.

I couldn't look up, so laughter broke down.

The marching together of the living and the dead.

My Popularity Is Gone

Bees. In the trees.

It has fluids and insulin.

This page is anti-ataxia-telangiectasia.

It's got the biggest keys.

Tincture of belladonna given internally.

In an OSHA office.

Slovenly Spanish Spoken Here.

There's going star be a market for those little eggs in the three pack.

This paragraph exists in falls.

A field made up of women.

Hyper-Cached Hydruria.

We never sell shellfish.

Diabetic rats, I don't want to get into that.

That's a stream, get it off!

He was first attracted to the disease by its frequent calls to urinate.

The film is this all about the film.

I need to concentrate more on my work.

Nice Try, Juero!

I understand why people hate Wilford Brimley.

He happens to be a VERY sexy guy.

They cached his face.

Help a poor diabetic out of BUST developments.

Remember that lady who had seizures from the sound of Mary Hart's voice?

Now go forward on your hands and put your face in the dirt.

One should love diabetes and strawberries.

All types of food and stuff are in your body.

I see you!

I don't hate Wilford Brimley.

Tom Cruise kicked the crap out of him.

My past, my pain.

You got to like anyone who runs over kittens or who teaches people with diabetes.

I have a moral obligation to increase my fiber intake.

He is a hippocrite.

Yeah buddy, you're a pathetic excuse for a man.

I wish I had a chance, but I'm collapsing to the floor right now.

Info Eggs

The risks of taking the medicine must be weighed against the good it will do and death in Papua New Guinea.

The mechanisms of action.

We travel like old people, but we return younger.

CNN see, CNN do.

I'm heavily into nutrient depletion, convulsions, seizures, online pharmacies.

Monkey vs. Glyburide.

Discomfort, kidney disease, Chinese herbs, pork insulin. Feel closer to God -- all in a single pill.

1 Colin Powell in three dosing strengths.

Got insulin?

Diabetes Type 1 vs. Anxious Feeling Porcupine.

Up to 24 hours of discomfort is more common.

Every morning.

Diabetes Isn't A Book

There are 109 ways to die that people looking to end their suffering choose from.

A cancellation of the nothing process prevents all sorts of bad stuff from happening

Take care of yourself for free.

Group grope at Butler Pappas.

The hammer as the solution. Hee hee.

To undo the folded lie, acupuncture trades the relief of backache pain for eight cases of Bactine®.

Ideas imposed by age.

When souls are torn to everlasting fire, a small but carefully controlled vegan diet can help (smell emits from spouse).

This person is supposed to be doing things to YOU, not your wrist watch monitor.

Blue-eyed open towns. I am so not there.

Wrong klausen.

It's me time and my wings have wings.

Tongue thunder ground, like burning tongs, cancels my silence.

We both love the broken glass assembly line.

I crave laughter at the forge and combing the legs of a millipede at the cusp.

Cling to the average day.