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THE 10-HOUR TORTURE TAPE: Wouldn’t play this to my worst enemy. Well, maybe to her.

by Vanderleun on October 3, 2019

[HT: GEOFF THE SALTINE]

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Jack October 3, 2019, 2:38 PM

For the first time in my life, but only for a split second, I felt a little sadness for Bill Clinton. Then the feeling passed and I thought: Screw him, I hope he spends eternity with that braying ass.

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ambiguousfrog October 3, 2019, 2:48 PM

Satan’s laugh.

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Jewel October 3, 2019, 3:34 PM

Question: What is the definition of “SHREWD?”
Answer: It is the epitaph of a man who was married to a shrew.
— Johnny Hart

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jwm October 3, 2019, 5:33 PM

When you die and go to Hell…

JWM

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Geoff C. The Saltine October 3, 2019, 5:51 PM

Here are the gals that will listen all night long, and love it,yes they will.
this is what we are voting against.
http://knuckledraggin.com/2019/10/now-i-cant-get-that-image-out-of-my-head/
Shall I show you the Boys.

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ghostsniper October 4, 2019, 4:55 AM

ghastly

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H October 4, 2019, 6:03 AM

“Shall I show you the Boys.”

What? Clips from CNN?

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Monty James October 4, 2019, 12:13 PM

Who the fuck does this? Who combs through hours of video to put this together?

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