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Re: UNLIMITED Arizona Hilarity thread
« Reply #1305 on: April 07, 2017, 12:38:22 pm »
Don't worry citizens, Joe has been in touch with some Russians and his upcoming "gulag" project looks to be a real winner.

Nine naked Men just walking down the road will cause a heap of trouble for all concerned.

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Re: UNLIMITED Arizona Hilarity thread
« Reply #1306 on: June 25, 2018, 10:59:41 pm »
America may be doomed Roger, but your state is doomed first. :lulz:

Oh, hell yeah.  Listening to White people whining about being racially oppressed is music to my ears, the exact sort of music I'd like to think the band played as the Titanic went down.

Look upon Arizona, ye Americans, and despair.  This is your future.

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Re: UNLIMITED Arizona Hilarity thread
« Reply #1307 on: August 06, 2018, 07:34:32 pm »
https://www.vanityfair.com/hollywood/2018/08/sacha-baron-cohen-joe-arpaio-who-is-america

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Throughout the segment, it’s clear Arpaio is unsure what, exactly, is going on—especially when Cohen begins babbling to the camera in faux-Finnish. Still, Arpaio often manages to stick to talking points, including the idea that guns don’t kill people; people do. But the intended “gotcha” moment of the segment comes at the end, when Cohen starts discussing his first job—which he calls a “hand job from my mother, and it was newspapers.” The comedian then asks Arpaio to describe his first hand job—a question Arpaio deflects, clearly unsure what Cohen means by that. Then comes the kicker: “So if Donald Trump calls you up after this and says, ‘Sheriff Joe, I want to offer you an amazing blow job,’ would you say yes?” Arpaio’s response: “I may have to say yes.”


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I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, shattered underpance lies,
With blown elastic, and exploded back,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Doktor Howl, Spag of Spags:
Look on my ass, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

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I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, shattered underpance lies,
With blown elastic, and exploded back,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Doktor Howl, Spag of Spags:
Look on my ass, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

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