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FOD is the brainchild of Paul, who hates Mondays almost as much as he hates the Cooncracker. You don't have to fly the one fingered salute. But it helps. Send your picture to gravdigr@cebridge.net Put FOD in the subject line.
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9 comments:
My dad took me to see that movie with the promise "don't tell your mom"
Great stuff!
Stoner: I think it's even better than before, you know? Pedro: Uhhh, I wonder what Great Dane tastes like, man. ...
He name is Raaaalph, man! A classic.
JihadGene stole my comment. ROFL!! Raaaaaaaaaalph, man.
It's on the bumper!
Holy crap! That looks like Paul and CD!
I was a nurse at a Street Clinic, in Ottawa, in the 60s. We had guys with this type of deranged minds as "clients". They were also bearded and unwashed. I'm telling you...they were as funny as those two. They came to us because we never called the RCMP. We had a few bunk beds for them when they had no places to go. This brought back memories...I could write a book!
Weigh the anchor. How much did it weigh? I don't know I forgot.
Weigh the anchor is still code for me and a buddy.
Hey Denny, for the record, that's Paul's chain steering wheel!
BWAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA!!!
O'delay!
LOL - I saw it at a drive-in theater in '82, but don't remember a single scene. Only remember the intense colors and smells, and that damned ice-cold air from the vents forming frost on my arm... It was an 80+ degree summer night, and my car had NO air conditioning. Turns out, some idiot (obviously a fan) dosed the ketchup bin at the concession stand with acid.
Shortly after eating two hot dogs, I was trippin' all through the film and the rest of that night.
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