There is no Star Wars alien named SACK DANGALOW.
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I'm not making it up. I wouldn't know how. She'll be talking to me about something. Suddenly, the words fade into silence. The power comes into her eyes, and they go blank. She's somewhere else, away from me - someone I don't know. I call to her, she doesn't even hear me. Then, with a long sigh, she's back. Looks at me, brightly. Doesn't even know she's been away, can't tell me where or when.
Scottie, do you believe that someone out of the past, someone dead,can enter and take possession...
But you're still the hard-headed Scott, aren't you?
And she wanders - God knows where she wanders.
- Daveland Haunted Mansion
- Doctor Mooney
- Grey Gardens
- Halstead
- Irwin Allen never knew
- Jim Caviezel thinks your're great
- Junk Thief
- Learning 2 Share
- Magick Films
- Majestic Butterhorn
- Mark's Planet
- Mindful Things
- MOO & OINK
- Mouse Planet
- Mullets Mullets Mullets
- Music Aisle
- Official Tate La Bianca Site
- PEN
- Phil Hendrie
- Tchotchkes
- Texas Stream Of Consciousness
- Thank Odin It's Friday
- The "Blog" of "Unnecessary" Quotation Marks
- The blog of TONI TENNILLE
- Timo
- Uncle Ziggy's Komedy Korner
- Virtual Salt
- Walking on scorpions
- WAT CENTRAL-An Existential Wasteland
The pillars that stand on the far shore, you know, the "portals of the past".
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- Mr fix it.
- Suffer not...
- On the way to work today
- WHAT?
- How to flirt with Anderson Cooper by Ryan Seacrest
- For David
- Zodiac Boogie (sample all 12)
- The worst commercial ever.
- Bitter
- I didn't request this.
- White House Music Video
- There is no Star Wars alien named SACK DANGALOW.
- your watching FOX.
- Oh Edna ...close your robe.
- Recording the Beatles
- Baby made a Boom Boom
- What barn do you hang out at?
- iphone
- HA !
- haywire
- Full Metal Yakuza
- More important than the Oscars...
- Green Oscars my ass.
- Earl Weaver My hero!!!
- Frozen to his bones like a chunk of beef.
- Mr Freeze
- Rio
- Stalking on Scorpions
- where are these sold?
- No title
- where is the nearest railroad track?
- Film Critic Michael Medved is drunk and high.
- Bleep blorp bloo bleep bleep
- Cast ye out of thine DVD player!
- drop it an octave will ya!
- Little girl don't touch that squirrels nuts!
- SEX ATTACKS BLAMED ON BAT DEMON
- Welcome Friends, to THE DEAD ZOO
- New Hotness Tori Amos
- 90 seconds before it happened.
- Clowny Nicole Smith
- Lavender boy tits. (A warning to parents )
- And now a word from someones sponsor
- Kids Are People Too.
- Another Bond Buster!
- Click on image to read.
- Other Careers for Tim Hardaway
- NBA DROPS TIM HARDAWAY
- punching at the air in the name of jesus.
- candy mountain!
- For Scott
- Thats it.
- No title
- The thing that made me laugh today.
- Sir Ian Sir Ian Sir Ian... OH I HAVE TO PISS ON YO...
- Look a monkey slappin his ass
- Pete's Dragon
- for John E.
- Place your bets.
- WTF!
- FAAAAAAA loves BEEEEEEEEEEEEE
- Let the sunshine in
- force yourself
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- Sealo
- MV3
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- Too soon?
- I'll climb up that tie and slap the taste outta yo...
- So... um... two men at the top of this poster? If...
- ANS
- All This And World War II
- Spirk / Kock
- Everything about this clip is wonderfully badass.
- Bansky on Bansky.
- Twinkle Twinkle Little Bat...
- Dr. Gory?
- He's been saving this joke up for a while!
- Rod Serling writes his life.
- Kill my pretties ... Kill them all. Dogs first.
- Half time show
- Yep more 5,000 fingers of Dr. T
- just because he did halftime
- When you got it ...Flaunt it.
- Nouvelle vauge
- Filthy ol bugger helped me rhyme!
- Let Ruth sleep.
- Grow up ya stupid baby.
- Museum of Menstruation (and women's health)
- Its not all about movies or being funny ya know
- Jango Speck
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I'm not making it up. I wouldn't know how. She'll be talking to me about something. Suddenly, the words fade into silence. The power comes into her eyes, and they go blank. She's somewhere else, away from me - someone I don't know. I call to her, she doesn't even hear me. Then, with a long sigh, she's back. Looks at me, brightly. Doesn't even know she's been away, can't tell me where or when.
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