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Once they arrive at their destination of the spot in the woods where the deceased made his favorite moonshine, they'll pop "Freebird" into the 8-track player installed on this "used-to-be-a-sedan" and remember the good times.

At that point, they'll bury the ashes. -- The coffin was just used as a giant beer cooler.

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"So, that's supposed to be me, huh?

That's how you really see me? As some green-eyed, giant-headed abomination with a stupid curly smile?

Well, I guess it's the thought that counts. -- Even if that thought maliciously saps me of what little self-esteem I had left."

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Sure, it might be a tad inconsiderate that this vehicle's tail lights are leaving a stream of slobber that splashes all over the windows of anyone unfortunate enough to get stuck behind it.

However, they also serve as an organic proximity detector to close-moving rear traffic. -- That is, as long as no one throws a stick.

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Yes, folks, that is a tropical storm in his pocket, but he's also happy to see you.

Indeed, this local weatherman just wanted to show everyone that when it happens, his tropical storm starts stiffening north until it reaches a point where it uncontrollably shoots precipitation all over the faces of the west and east.

So, it seems that the destruction of the tropical storm season is caused not by nature, but by little blue pills.

This was either a birthday party that was seriously committed to a Daffy Duck theme or the company who made this balloon unsuccessfully tried to turn a new leaf after their paraphernalia for "The 4rst of July" didn't seem to sell too well for some reason.

Hey, at the end of the day, typo-filled/defective products = cheap.

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With a little semi-subliminal advertising by way of font color, the Colonel is promising a certain segment of the customer base that he'll be providing the perfect aperitif for his irresistible world famous fried chicken.

Some may scoff at the idea of it being a gateway drug, but in this case, the writing is literally on the wall.

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This is what happens when cats take those Friskies LSD cat food commercials at face value.

One structural deficiency in this condo and Mittens, here thought he had found a portal to a whole new universe where unicorns poop pastel-colored marshmallows and rainbows drape the sky while trickling gumdrops.

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Guess who's coming to dinner? It doesn't matter!

The house looks like it was hit with an explosion from old scattered issues of Reader's Digest and Kiplinger's. The good china is collecting dust in a box. And the guest toilet is covered in dried pee marks.

Clearly, a little advance notice would have been the considerate thing to do before bringing...that man into his house.

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What is it with all these teachers trying to get into our childrens' pants?

It's bad enough we have to read about one incident after another in the news. Now, they're brazen enough to integrate their inappropriate flirtations right into the very tests they distribute.

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"Sure, jumping into subway tunnels is dangerous and we don't officially encourage it and all that happy good-time legalese stuff that we have to say in order to not get sued.

...However, you know you want to. Don't deny it.

You've got the itch and your Nikes are all ready for some subterranean parkour. Even if you do get hit by a train, what cooler way could there be to go out than that?"

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