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A scuffle broke out on the dance floor. Two men began fighting. In walks Jesus. ”Break it up, guys, until you’re outside, and then shake hands like men and move on.” The men were bigger than Jesus and turned upon him, for a reason unknowable except to the inebriate. One took a swing and Jesus turned his cheek. The man’s fist froze in mid air, and Jesus calmly placed it back to his side. ”Leave this club,” said Jesus. The men left. The party continued.
“Tweet … Tweet … Tweet, tweet. Tweet. Tweet. Tweeugh. This is boring.” Jesus climbed down from the tree and walked towards his car.
Weld on, Sir Vine.
WEPA WEPA WEPA!
I can’t think of eloquent enough words to describe this masterpiece that teleports you to dream places. All I can say is, “Dat shit is tight, yo.
Arturo Michelangeli playing Claude Debussy’s “Reflets dans l’eau” in D-flat major.
Hitler was too stupid to realize that he was wrong that the Poles were inferior peoples, if he ever watched this, he will shit on Himmlers dick.
Rubinstein, Spaghetti Polonaise
North Korea: Funky Town
Yamandú Costa featuring everybody within listening range; Carinhoso.
Oh Leonard, the price of chicken is up three cents!
Zing!
Click for Jailbabes!
NO REGARD FOR HUMAN LIFE!
