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Typical liberal lies. Scooby Doo couldn't lead his way outside a ham and DVD player sandwich. The Esteemed Donald Duck is the only good candidate in this election.

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Is this thing on?

Vote Scooby Doo. Or Donald Duck. They're both equally qualified. Blarg.

DPL can kiss my expertly polished buttocks :(

I promise that each and every one of you will eat my shorts or else!!!!!!!!!!! OH YEAHH!

Doris? Doris, is that you? Please don't be the wall like last time.

Tell me something to write here, now. What, you want me to write 'shut the folk up?'

Finds and exterminates George Formby

MEGAPHART BONAPARTE.

I ate the poisoned toad. Little did he know that I am immune to toads. AH HA HA HAAAAA. AH ha HA ha Ha HAAAAAA.

Monkey farts.

MAD GIBBER!!! mad gibebremad gibbermadgibber madgibberMAD gibletsmA DGib BERMAFHIN *poof*

Excuse me while I eat my sandwich....

Excuse me while I kiss this guy.

Illogicopedia. Now with free turd!

Super Mario ate my hamster.

Corrosive anti-vandal paint .. all in my eye.

Monster: OMNOMNOMNOM

Pretty lady: Help!

Jim: I'll save you!

Jim pulls the pretty lady out of monster's mouth, preventing monster from experiencing a terrible case of explosive diarrhoea. Jim is then awarded the key to monster city.

Fooper's Fun Land is a happy land where children play. The air is clean, the cows moo contentedly, and the sun is always high in the sky. Unfortunately that means the sun /is/ in the sky. However high it is in that particular plane it is still in the sky, i.e. the atmosphere, instead of being say, 149 million kilometres away, where it would best serve fertile conditions for life. As you would expect, the gravitational pull of the sun at such a close distance instantly proved too much for the little planet and the cows didn't stand a chance.

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"Woah, This template still gets archived? I thought society had moved on since them days."

"You'd think so wouldn't you Ted. Come on, this is something to complain to the Guardian about."

An Englishman, an Irishman and an American walk into a bar. The American is too overweight to fit through the door and collapses. Attempts to resuscitate him prove unsuccessful and later that night he passes away. The Englishman, distraught at the loss of his friend, turns his gun on 19 others and eventually himself. The Irishman is crushed to death by the crowd fleeing from the gunfire.

^^^ I lol'd--Fishalishalish 00:57, 9 Yoon 2010 (UTC)

So, whose moldy bread is this? No ones? Ok, I'll just, er, throw it away...

/gobble

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