I've got some "food product, essentially," for Megyn Kelly right here in my pants, if you know what I mean. No, no, not being gross like that, get your mind out of the gutter. I meant shit. I shit my pants and I want to put it in her mouth. Sometimes you guys worry me.
"They just wanted them to get our of there, to stop blocking what they were blocking," says O'Reilly, being firm, but fair, I think we'd all have to agree. Blocking what though? He never finished that thought. We may never know what these people were blocking.
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we have no right to monday morning qb the cops... the president, sure, but not THE COPS.
Of course not. That is self-evident.
This bummed me out harder than seeing people being racist against Ohioans. I'd like to see Megyn Kelly get jammed in the guts with a baton, if you know what I mean (which in this case I mean literally, like what happened to a bunch of those UC Davis protestors).
LOL. Stab them guts.
http://img.timeinc.net/time/photoessays/2011/egypt_1123/egypt_1123_03.jpg
it looks like this guy is dancing to "setting sun" by chemical brothers. hehe.
cool pic. love that jam.
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