A Bad Lip Reading of The Republican Debate

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  • Michele
    Senior Member
    • Wednesday, October 2, 2013
    • 13964

    #1

    A Bad Lip Reading of The Republican Debate

    May we raise children who love the unloved things - the dandelion, the worm, the spiderlings.
    Children who sense the rose needs the thorn and run into rainswept days the same way they turn towards the sun...
    And when they're grown and someone has to speak for those who have no voice,
    may they draw upon that wilder bond, those days of tending tender things and be the one.
  • scott
    Go-to Guru
    • Tuesday, October 1, 2013
    • 15799

    #2
    "Genital warts!"

    "Faith is nothing but a firm assent of the mind : which, if it be regulated, as is our duty, cannot be afforded to anything but upon good reason, and so cannot be opposite to it."
    -John Locke

    "It's all been melded together into one giant, authoritarian, leftist scream."
    -Newman

    "Grievance groups are playing King of the Hill."
    -Newman

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    • Celeste Chalfonte
      apostate
      • Saturday, October 5, 2013
      • 27897

      #3
      Not even Firesign Theatre comes close. I wish I were 40 years younger so I could watch that wasted.
      "Since the historic ruling, the Lovings have become icons for equality. Mildred released a statement on the 40th anniversary of the ruling in 2007: 'I am proud that Richard’s and my name is on a court case that can help reinforce the love, the commitment, the fairness, and the family that so many people, Black or white, young or old, gay or straight, seek in life. I support the freedom to marry for all. That’s what Loving, and loving, are all about.'." - Mildred Loving (Loving v. Virginia)

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      • Adam
        The way to a woman's heart is through her taste buds.
        • Tuesday, October 1, 2013
        • 16885

        #4
        The songs were the best!
        It's been ten years since that lonely day I left you
        In the morning rain, smoking gun in hand
        Ten lonely years but how my heart, it still remembers
        Pray for me, momma, I'm a gypsy now

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