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Not that I"m racist, but I guess I live in Harlem now... I come home to find 11 black youths casually strolling down my sidewalk with their fucking pants down around their ankles and wearing enough jewelry to make Mr. T look like he doesn't even know what jewelry is... and considering not a single black family lives on this street, or any street within 5 blocks as far as I know... you are damn sure I called it in to the speedway PD.

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I got bored... so I decided to compile a list of all 18 of the 3-stooges...
1) Moe Howard (2) Curly Howard, (3) Shemp Howard, (4) Larry Fine, (5) Joe Besser, (6) CurlyJoe DeRita, (7) Mousie Garner, (8) Jimmy Brewster, (9) Dave Chasen, (10) Dick Hakins, (11) Kenny Lackey, (12) Frank Mitchell, (13) Red Pearson, (14) Bobby Pinkus, (15) Freddie Sanborn, (16) Jack Wolf, (17) Lou Warren, and (18) Sammy Wolfe!

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OK, so yeah... we literally have 4x as much space in this building as we did in the building we just came from at the beginning of July... now they tell me that some woman is going to be sharing my cubicle with me untill the end of december. WHAT THE FUCK?!?! Bye bye to my privacy, bye bye to my ability to screw around online when there is no work to do... bye bye to half of my fucking desk and drawers... GRRRR

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Bon Denver died... RIP Gilligan!
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
a tale of a fateful trip.
That started from this tropic port,
aboard this tiny ship.
The mate was a mighty sailin' man,
the skipper brave and sure.
Five passengers set sail that day,
for a three hour tour, a three hour tour………
The weather started getting rough,
the tiny ship was tossed.
If not for the courage of the fearless crew,
the Minnow would be lost; the Minnow would be lost.
The ship took ground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle,
with Gilligan, the Skipper too,
the Millionaire, and his Wife,
the Movie Star, the Professor and Mary Ann,
here on Gilligan's Isle.
So this is the tale of our castaways,
they're here for a long, long time.
They'll have to make the best of things,
it's an uphill climb.
The first mate and his skipper too,
will do their very best,
to make the others comfortable,
in the tropic island nest.
No phones, no lights, no motor cars,
not a single luxury.
Like Robinson Crusoe,
it's primitive as can be.
So join us here each week my friend,
you're sure to get a smile.
From seven stranded Castaways,
Here on Gilligan's Isle.