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Title: The Wisdom and silliness of Mudboy Slim..! Stupidity too!
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Published: Jan 13, 2010
Author: war
Post Date: 2010-01-13 07:47:43 by war
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Views: 1641490
Comments: 3293
Bet this gets more bumps than his vanity threads. (Editors Note) This thread was formerly called Mudbutt sucks the big one thread. I changed the title. Now you can debate if it is wisdom or unwisdom.
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#453. To: Mudboy Slim (#0)
You are completely insane. You know that, right?
Insanity bump
Et tu, PenisBreath? Yeah, of course U, U gutless lowlife scum...MUD
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everyBUDDY told MUD rePetEdLEE...U simpLEE canNOT due THAT, mudBOYsleeem!! 2 which MUD boldLEE replied,, "FACT is, I just DID it...again...and again..." Yer MOOOve, Mayor STONEy...U2, viceMAYor seLENA...MUDboySlim😎
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"RichmondTowne!!" RichmondTowne, RichmondTowne... Mudboy lives in RichmondTowne... RichmondTowne's Confederate!! Me and my pals, we love fun... RichmondTowne's a lazy afternoon... RichmondTowne, RichmondTowne... Welcome to Richmond, y'all...MUD 1165 posted on 03/18/2003 11:10 PM EST by Mudboy Slim BTW...Views: 505247
MAKE no misTAKE, ChelSEA Klinton is the SPAWN of Webb Hubbell!! "SOW" Sayeth the Word of...MUD
Not a matter of "IF", tis a matter of "WHEN?!" iMho, of course...MUD
Key of a-minor Intro: am C D am D am I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel What have I become, my sweetest friend =" " am="am" c="C" chair [repeat chorus] If I could start again, a million miles away Pre...MUD 662 posted on 03/11/2003 6:27 AM EST by Mudboy Slim
"What is Life" To experience joy, even sorrow To smile at a stranger and To meet with souls To whisper sweetness To see the joy in a child's face There is much more I could say Copyright(c) By John J. Lindsay 1999. All Rights Reserved September 1, 1981 295 posted on 11/20/2001 11:06 PM EST by poet
#2354. To: Mama_Bear, A Navy Vet, Cyber-Band (#2353)
"Hear my voice, America! Though I speak through the mist of 200 years, my shout for freedom will echo through liberty's halls for many centuries to come. Hear me speak, for my words are of truth and justice, and the rights of man. For those ideals I have spilled my blood upon the world's troubled waters. Listen well, for my time is eternal - yours is but a moment. I am the spirit of heroes past and future. I am the American Sailor. I was born upon the icy shores at Plymouth, rocked upon the waves of the Atlantic, and nursed in the wilderness of Virginia. I cut my teeth on New England codfish, and I was clothed in southern cotton. I built muscle at the halyards of New Bedford whalers, and I gained my sea legs high atop mizzen of Yankee clipper ships. Yes, I am the American Sailor, one of the greatest seamen the world has ever known. The sea is my home and my words are tempered by the sound of paddle wheels on the Mississippi and the song of whales off Greenland's barren shore. My eyes have grown dim from the glare of sunshine on blue water, and my heart is full of star-strewn nights under the Southern Cross." "My hands are raw from winter storms while sailing down round the Horn, and they are blistered from the heat of cannon broadside while defending our nation. I am the American Sailor, and I have seen the sunset of a thousand distant, lonely lands. I am the American Sailor. It was I who stood tall beside John Paul Jones as he shouted, "I have not yet begun to fight!" I fought upon the Lake Erie with Perry, and I rode with Stephen Decatur into Tripoli harbor to burn Philadelphia. I met Guerriere aboard Constitution, and I was lashed to the mast with Admiral Farragut at Mobile Bay. I have heard the clang of Confederate shot against the sides of Monitor. I have suffered the cold with Peary at the North Pole, and I responded when Dewey said, "You may fire when ready Gridley," at Manila Bay. It was I who transported supplies through submarine infested waters when our soldier's were called "over there." I was there as Admiral Byrd crossed the South Pole. It was I who went down with the Arizona at Pearl Harbor, who supported our troops at Inchon, and patrolled dark deadly waters of the Mekong Delta. "I am the American Sailor and I wear many faces. I am a pilot soaring across God's blue canopy and I am a Seabee atop a dusty bulldozer in the South Pacific. I am a corpsman nursing the wounded in the jungle, and I am a torpedoman in the Nautilus deep beneath the North Pole. I am hard and I am strong. But it was my eyes that filled with tears when my brother went down with the Thresher, and it was my heart that rejoiced when Commander Shepherd rocketed into orbit above the earth. It was I who languished in a Viet Cong prison camp, and it was I who walked upon the moon. It was I who saved the Stark and the Samuel B. Roberts in the mine infested waters of the Persian Gulf. It was I who pulled my brothers from the smoke filled compartments of the Bonefish and wept when my shipmates died on the Iowa and White Plains. When called again, I was there, on the tip of the spear for Operations Desert Shield and Desert Storm. "I am the American Sailor. I am woman, I am man, I am white and black, yellow, red and brown. I am Jew, Muslim, Christian and Buddhist. I am Irish, Filipino, African, French, Chinese, and Indian. And my standard is the outstretched hand of Liberty. Today, I serve around the world, on land, in air, on and under the sea. I serve proudly, at peace once again, but with the fervent prayer that I need not be called again. Tell your children of me. Tell them of my sacrifice, and how my spirit soars above their country. I have spread the mantle of my nation over the ocean and I will guard her forever. I am her heritage and yours." I AM THE AMERICAN SAILOR I am the American Sailor's son...MUD
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#456. To: war (#453)
You are completely insane. You know that, right?
#2333. To: Biff Tannen (#456)
#2334. To: All (#2333)
(Edited)
#2347. To: All (#2334)
#2348. To: Pres. TheDonald TRUMP (#2347)
#2349. To: ConservativeMan55, sultan88, Landru (#2348)
(Edited)
(To be sung to Bob Dylan's "Oxford Town")
Ev'rybody's got their chests bowed out!!
George Dubyuh's Right to Force Soddom Down!!
Celebrate OUR Troops in RichmondTowne!!
Soccer games and Brownie Scouts!!
Party with folks red and brown...
Lib'rals, stay away from Mudboy now...
Klinton's THE Chi-Coms' Whore...We SHAN'T let RATS Win!!
All becuz Slick Committed Treason!!
What do you think about that, my FRiends?!!
WE WHUP RATS 'Cuz We Think They're Dumb!!
I don't even know why RATS come...
Go on back where y'all came from!!
Mudboy Slim's singin' sum powerful tunes!!
Thousands died 'cuz SlickWillie is a Goon!!
Attorney General...Investigate SOON!!
Ev'rybody's got their chests bowed out!!
Ol' MUD do write some Righteous sounds...
Ain't a-goin' stop 'til Slick's DETHRONED!!
#2350. To: pookie (#2349)
#2351. To: All TYrants (#2350)
#2352. To: ManinBlack (#2351)
(As sung by Johnny Cash...Original by: Nine Inch Nails)
I focus on the pain,the only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole, the old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away but I remember everything
Everyone I know goes away in the end
And you could have it all, my empire of dirt
I will let you down, I will make you hurt
Beneath the stains of time,the feelings disappear
You are someone else, I am still right here
I would keep myself, I would find a way
#2353. To: poet, Sabertooth, Ragtime Cowgirl, MeeknMing, SAMWolf (#2352)
knowing that, perhaps tomorrow
you'll jave another chance to share
another chance for someone to care
converse with friends
to say hello, to say good-bye
and nod to passers-by
not unlike your own
to welcome loved ones
into your home
in your lover's ear
and share the joy
of one so dear
after he has won a race
to see the sun behind a cloud
that's what life is all about
but, let that suffice for today
remember this above all else
only you can improve yourself
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