Wonder if they have a card that says $3.25 is more than your sorry ass is worth.
1 posted on
12/03/2005 6:54:52 PM PST by
fat city
To: fat city
Hoping to share this Special Season with you...
2 posted on
12/03/2005 6:57:18 PM PST by
billorites
(freepo ergo sum)
To: fat city
"My last thoughts before I fry will be with you!"
3 posted on
12/03/2005 6:58:31 PM PST by
Revolting cat!
("In the end, nothing explains anything.")
To: fat city
Thank God you broke this story . . . cough cough
4 posted on
12/03/2005 6:59:30 PM PST by
bored at work
(The art of being wise is the art of knowing what to overlook. ~William James)
To: fat city
"Looking forward to seeing you in _______ (fill in the blank) years..."
5 posted on
12/03/2005 7:00:51 PM PST by
Revolting cat!
("In the end, nothing explains anything.")
To: fat city
For Newark, Del. resident Lisa Tulsian, the cards offer a perfect and tasteful way to correspond with her fiance and two stepbrothers Sounds great. Her fiance and two stepbrothers? Sounds like quite the family.
7 posted on
12/03/2005 7:01:24 PM PST by
Koblenz
(Holland: a very tolerant country. Until someone shoots you on a public street in broad daylight...)
To: fat city
"May Joy be your gift at Christmas
and may Faith, Hope and Love
be your treasures in the New Year "
8 posted on
12/03/2005 7:02:12 PM PST by
billorites
(freepo ergo sum)
To: fat city
You can't go wrong with SOAP-ON-A-ROPE.
10 posted on
12/03/2005 7:05:25 PM PST by
ZOOKER
( <== I'm with Stupid...)
To: fat city
While you're away...
For 20 years.
I'll think of you...
For about a year.
But don't you mope....
Or drop the soap....
Cause you're a man
and have your hand.
11 posted on
12/03/2005 7:06:00 PM PST by
cripplecreek
(Never a minigun handy when you need one.)
To: fat city
Yet another apologist article sniveleing about the woes of convicted criminals hardly seems to qualify as "Breaking News".
12 posted on
12/03/2005 7:06:43 PM PST by
Mad_Tom_Rackham
(De gustibus non est disputandum.)
To: fat city
It was christmas in prison
And the food was real good
We had turkey and pistols
Carved out of wood
And I dream of her always
Even when I don't dream
Her name's on my tongue
And her blood's in my stream. Wait awhile eternity
Old mother nature's got nothing on me
Come to me
Run to me
Come to me, now
We're rolling
My sweetheart
We're flowing
By god!
13 posted on
12/03/2005 7:07:25 PM PST by
billorites
(freepo ergo sum)
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