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Pigs can't fly

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Originally posted by Bosse de Nage
Aye aye Captain.

Boarman was referencing Deliverance, an admittedly super film.
Does anyone actually care if a pig flies? And what happens if it crash's, would it then become spam?

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Originally posted by cashthetrash
Does anyone actually care if a pig flies? And what happens if it crash's, would it then become spam?
Your attempt at humour is ham-handed, but I'll humour you: no, it wouldn't.

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Originally posted by catfoodtim
The day I squeal like a pig for you, cashthetrash, is the day pigs take to the sky. And everyone knows that
pigs can't fly.

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Originally posted by Bosse de Nage
pigs can't fly.
Flies can't pick.

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Originally posted by Nordlys
Flies can't pick.
Perforce, they strum.

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Originally posted by catfoodtim
The day I squeal like a fly for you, Nordlys, is the day cashthetrash takes to the sky. And everyone knows thats
a chip off the old block, Mr Cream.

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Originally posted by catfoodtim
How much longer cooped up here, in the dark?With you!



PLEASE!
--in spite of the tennis--

Edit: "Think, pig!"

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Originally posted by EcstremeVenom
good point.
Which is? 😕

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Originally posted by catfoodtim
Heh, how can I resist?

Given the existence as uttered forth in the public works of Puncher and Wattmann of a personal God quaquaquaqua with white beard quaquaquaqua outside time without extension who from the heights of divine apathia divine athambia divine aphasia loves us dearly with some exceptions for reasons unknown but time will tell and suffers ...[text shortened]... s the skull alas the stones Cunard ...tennis... the stones... so calm... Cunard... unfinished...
His hat!

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Originally posted by catfoodtim
Heh, how can I resist?

Given the existence as uttered forth in the public works of Puncher and Wattmann of a personal God quaquaquaqua with white beard quaquaquaqua outside time without extension who from the heights of divine apathia divine athambia divine aphasia loves us dearly with some exceptions for reasons unknown but time will tell and suffers ...[text shortened]... s the skull alas the stones Cunard ...tennis... the stones... so calm... Cunard... unfinished...
his hat!

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Originally posted by wormwood
his hat!
Avenged!