!!!!!!Eff'n an' when it axs yo' eff'n yer hankerin' t'download sumpin fum comet curso's, DO IT, otherwise yo' won't git th' curso' surprise!So'ry about th' pop-up ad windows, ange'fire decided eveyone has t'have them now. :(
This hyar page is purdy much jest stuff I've stolen fum other sites. Eff'n yo' kin reckon of o' haf ennythin' t'he'p it, sign th' guestbook o' email me. This hyar is Red, cuss it all t' tarnation. Sign it ennyway, ah's lonely.
Lastly, hyar's whar yo' kin git some he'pful programs. Thar's winzip, fo' zip files, an' gitright, so yo' kin pause an' resoom downloads. Git these eff'n yo' want, it don't pow'ful matter t'me.
Winzip Gitright
Secondly, a li'l bit of a warnin'. Wal, not so much of a warnin' as sumpin ah's tellyng yo' befo'e yo' hoof it enny further. Okay? Okay. I've put way too much crap on hyar, so it may take a minute o' 57 t'load all th' pitchers. At least it does wif mah pos, steam-powered modem, so jest be patient alright! Fry mah hide! Thet's all, ah reckon.
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eek! Fry mah hide!! Fry mah hide! oh it's jest me
Weather Fo'ecast fo' T'morry: Dark, follered by scattered light in th' early mo'nin', clearin' up t'full light by noon, as enny fool kin plainly see. T'other dark front sh'd hit in th' evenin', wif toal darkness settin' in tonight an' persistin' through until th' next day. Thar might be a moon up. High probability of stars. Thar will probably be some wind an' clouds, too. Yo' nevah know.
Scary pitchers
Chattanooga: ah was in Italy wif a friend an' this hyar woomin comes up an' throws mah friend a baby. Then when he caught it, her other kids scooted up an' took his wallet right outta his pocket. So let thet be a lesson t'yo'. Eff'n yer evah in Italy an' someone tostes yo' a baby, jest swat it. Swat it t'th' groun' an' say: "ah DON'T THINK SO! Fry mah hide!"
Dr. Katz: Good fo' yo', Chattanooga.
Chattanooga: ah's jest tryin' t'take a bite outta crime...
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We used t'go on vacashuns ev'ry year. Five varmints packed in a car, windows rolled up, pretendin' we had air corndishunin'. Mah Pappy'd say:
"W'd ya look at thet? How c'd varmints be so inconsiderate? Throwin' away puffickly fine lawn furniture."
"Pappy, ah doesn't reckon they're throwin' it out. Their six packs is still on th' table!"
"They're throwin' it out! Fry mah hide! Git outta th' car an' git it! Fry mah hide! An' git thet barbecue set while yer at it."
Later on ah got burned:
"AHHH! Fry mah hide!"
"Put on th' oven mitts befo'e yo' grab thet thin'! Fry mah hide! Dump out them hot coals! Gimme thet hot houn'dog! Fry mah hide! GET WITH IT! Fry mah hide!"
ah foun' th' glitch in th' fo'm thet'dn't let yo' send it. It seems thet someone accidentally erased th' send button, as enny fool kin plainly see. It sartinly warn't me, ah w'd nevah does ennythin' thet stoopid. Yo' probably thunk it was a prank, o' thet ah was stoopid, but it's not an' neifer is I.
Th' end, cuss it all t' tarnation.
