Thursday, March 27, 2008

Quickly, Igor ... the antidote.


Great Caesar's Ghost! After that bit of wretched Creed from my co-blogger PSA, you definitely need something to counteract the disease.



And, yes, I'll be taking PSA swimming with a brick for that. Bastard.
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8 comments:

  1. Gube4:37 PM

    Queen - the cure for bad music.

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  2. ¢rÄbG®äŠŠ7:17 PM

    Do you have any Journey?

    NO NO NO I'm kidding I'm kidding I'm kidding.

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  3. Lindsay Stewart7:37 PM

    reo speedwagon? i'll do it. don't think i won't do it. and if i have to... i know where the billy squier is stored. what ever you do, don't make me pull the air supply trigger. even i have my limits.

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  4. Frank Frink7:58 PM

    Christopher Cross? Ride Like the Wind, anyone?
    Mwahahaha.

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  5. Rev.Paperboy8:49 PM

    Three words you bastards: Little. River. Band.

    Don't make me go there!

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  6. CC8:55 PM

    Don't make me use it! Oh, no! You forced me ... to use it!

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  7. ¢rÄbG®äŠŠ10:06 PM

    YOU CUNT!!

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  8. Frank Frink10:31 PM

    Aaaargghhh!

    Must. Scrub. Brain. Harder. Need. Bulk. Erase. Now.

    I'm gonna git ya' for that, CC.

    (for processed cheese food lovers only)

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