clevohardcore
* Kick\'n ass on the wild side *
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George Carlin's new rules for 2006
> >New Rule: Stop giving me that pop-up ad for Classmates.com! There's a reason you don't talk to people for 25 years. Because you don't particularly
like them! Besides, I already know what the captain of the football team is doing these days: mowing my lawn.
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> >New Rule: Don't eat anything that's served to you out a window unless you're a seagull. People are acting all shocked that a human finger was found
in a bowl of Wendy's chili. Hey, it cost less than a dollar. What did you expect it to contain? Trout?
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> >New Rule: Stop saying that teenage boys who have sex with their hot, blonde teachers are permanently damaged. I have a better description for these
kids: lucky bastards.
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> >New Rule: If you need to shave and you still collect baseball cards, you're gay. If you're a kid, the cards are keepsakes of your idols. If you're
a grown man, they're pictures of men.
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> >New Rule: Ladies, leave your eyebrows alone. Here's how much men care about your eyebrows: do you have two of them? Okay, we're done.
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> >New Rule: There's no such thing as flavored water. There's a whole aisle of this crap at the supermarket â?'?" water, but without that watery
taste. Sorry, but flavored water is called a soft drink. You want flavored water? Pour some scotch over ice and let it melt. That's your flavored
water.
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> >New Rule: Stop f***ing with old people. Target is introducing a redesigned pill bottle that's square, with a bigger label. And the top is now the
bottom. And by the time grandpa figures out how to open it, his ass will be in the morgue. Congratulations, Target, you just solved the Social
Security crisis.
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> >New Rule: The more complicated the Starbucks order, the bigger the asshole. If you walk into a Starbucks and order a "decaf grande half-soy,
half-low fat, iced vanilla, double-shot, gingerbread cappuccino, extra dry, light ice, with one Sweet-n'-Low and one NutraSweet," ooh, you're a huge
asshole.
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> >New Rule: I'm not the cashier! By the time I look up from sliding my card, entering my PIN number, pressing "Enter," verifying the amount,
deciding, no, I don't want cash back, and pressing "Enter" again, the kid who is supposed to be ringing me up is standing there eating my Almond Joy.
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> >New Rule: Just because your tattoo has Chinese characters in it doesn't make you spiritual. It's right above the crack of your ass. And it
translates to "beef with broccoli." The last time you did anything spiritual, you were praying to God you weren't pregnant. You're not spiritual.
You're just high.
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> >New Rule: Competitive eating isn't a sport. It's one of the seven deadly sins. ESPN recently televised the US Open of Competitive Eating, because
watching those athletes at the poker table was just too damned exciting. What's next, competitive farting? Oh wait. They're already doing that. It's
called "The Howard Stern Show."
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> >New Rule: I don't need a bigger mega M&M. If I'm extra hungry for M&Ms, I'll go nuts and eat two.
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> >New Rule: If you're going to insist on making movies based on crappy, old television shows, then you have to give everyone in the Cineplex a remote
so we can see what's playing on the other screens. Let's remember the reason something was a television show in the first place is that the idea
wasn't good enough to be a movie.
> >
> >New Rule: No more gift registries. You know, it used to be just for weddings. Now it's for babies and new homes and graduations from rehab. Picking
out the stuff you want and having other people buy it for you isn't gift giving, it's the white people version of looting.
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> >New Rule: and this one is long overdue: No more bathroom attendants. After I zip up, some guy is offering me a towel and a mint like I just had sex
with George Michael. I can't even tell if he's supposed to be there, or just some freak with a fetish. don't want to be on your webcam, dude. I just
want to wash my hands.
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> >New Rule: When I ask how old your toddler is, I don't need to know in months. "27 Months." "He's two," will do just fine. He's not a cheese. And I
didn't really care in the first place.
Each aspect of the soul has it's own part to play, but the ideal is harmonious agreement with reason and control.
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forsaken
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"If you're a kid, the cards are keepsakes of your idols. If you're a grown man, they're pictures of men."
Love that one.
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Discipline
* DRUNKEN MONKEY *
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I love George.
‘Do you know what a love letter is? It’s a bullet from a fucking gun. Straight through your heart.’
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clevohardcore
* Kick\'n ass on the wild side *
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New Rule: I'm not the cashier! By the time I look up from sliding my card, entering my PIN number, pressing "Enter," verifying the amount, deciding,
no, I don't want cash back, and pressing "Enter" again, the kid who is supposed to be ringing me up is standing there eating my Almond Joy.
^^^^^ fuckit he new self checking out coutners at the supermarket.
Each aspect of the soul has it's own part to play, but the ideal is harmonious agreement with reason and control.
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Kid Ugly
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| Quote: | Originally posted by Discipline
I love George. |
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CR83
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New Rule: Stop saying that teenage boys who have sex with their hot, blonde teachers are permanently damaged. I have a better description for these
kids: lucky bastards.
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