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And none of that changes the fact that CK posted saying that multiple mods and admins were Mormon bashing and OSC bashing, which is flat out false.

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On an unrelated note, I know a guy that insists that the soda-bottle-full-of-gasoline-with-burning-rag-improvised-explosive is actually called a "mazel tov" cocktail. Rednecks!

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Originally posted by kaneman:
blabbering liberal sheeple. Then you could happily move to San Francisco and become a bath-house attendant with a lisp.

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On an unrelated note, I know a guy that insists that the soda-bottle-full-of-gasoline-with-burning-rag-improvised-explosive is actually called a "mazel tov" cocktail. Rednecks!

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Completely made my week. Hilarious.

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Originally posted by Shannara:
FutureMrsFillion, don't get into a battle of wits with them gorramn it, can't you see they are unarmed?

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Originally posted by Causal:
If you think that's funny, you should know the context of it. He's a friend from church--kind of a redneck one, not the brightest bulb, but a good guy nonetheless. So we're having a BBQ at his place out in the country and we're going to cap the evening off with a bonfire. He's got the wood all stacked up, but doesn't want to bother with kindling, so he just dumps gasoline on it (at this point, I start getting nervous). He decides that it would be a great idea to light the thing up with a "mazel tov" cocktail, so he gets a cinder block (to hurl the incendiary device at) and puts it amongst the firewood. Then he fills a soda bottle with gasoline and stuffs a t-shirt it it. About this time, I get very nervous indeed and tell him not to light that sucker untill all the gas has dried. He declines, sparks his lighter and the next thing you know, his arm disappears inside a fireball. He freaks out and heaves the bottle without aiming, so it misses the cinderblock and bounces harmlessly off a log. Of course, the t-shirt is still burning, and there's a tremendous "whoosh!!" as the gasoline-soaked logs catch fire. I look down at the base of the thing, and what do I see but the soda bottle full of gasoline with the t-shirt still stuck in it--but now it's so hot that I can actually see the glass expanding and contracting. Now I'm really worried--if the gas in there doesn't leak out, but reaches it's combustion point, it will explode and fling shards of glass in every direction. So I tell my buddy about this. "No problem!" he replies. He runs in the house and gets his .45 and comes back out. He starts blazing away, trying to hit the bottle. It took him three shots to break the thing while all his redneck buddies stood around whooping it up (I took shelter behind a tree, just in case he didn't hit the thing in time). Sheesh.

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