The woman's holding her breat...the bloke his head...the other guy looks confused...just what is going on here?

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There are 10 types of people in the world: those who understand binary and those who don't

There were numerous injuries at the Smythe-Smithington wedding when various members of the wedding party attempted to, as Lady Smithington put it: "Dance like Negroes." The members of the rhythym and blues combo who were hired to entertain at the reception managed to settle the crowd by saying "Why don't y'all just, sit there and snap your fingers or some shit, 'fore anybody else get hurt?"

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I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.

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If it wasn't for bad luck I wouldn't have no luck at all. D'OH!

In reverse order -- see no evil, touch no evil's nipples, understand no evil.

Continuing, if you like -- wear evil as a hat, get the chin implants of evil.

And of course -- evil puts his fucking head in the middle of the photo.

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"Old" is the old new.

So that's how Leonard Shelby lost his memory!

Of course, that should read "breast" instead of "breat". I am a leper

And that was not my caption, unless Dadaism/Surrealist rules apply.

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There are 10 types of people in the world: those who understand binary and those who don't

As soon as the bullet entered his right temple, Stephen instinctively brought the napkin up to the wound. He was well enough versed in Emily Post to know that one never spurts blood on fine china after Labor Day.

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Bloke in the middle: "Don't move dear. I've got my bottom lip caught up in one of your lengthier hairs... No...don't break it! You'll ping my lip back...erk!"

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There are 10 types of people in the world: those who understand binary and those who don't

girl: "Honey. I feel like there's a big... white thing on my head. Can you get it?"

bloke: "Actually, dear, I think I just crapped my pants."

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