with the flowers

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The Cellar: Are we nearly there yet?

The Cellar: We'll part the water.

The Cellar: Peeling the skin from your eyes.

The Cellar: Sarcasm on your monitor may be closer than it appears.

The Cellar: Abe Vigoda Lives

The Cellar: Dark, Smelly and Full Of Cobwebs - Oh, Sorry, That's Hillary's Crotch

Now see, that's a good 'un.

Thank you.

The Cellar: Don't sweat the petty things, and don't pet the sweaty things.

The Cellar: We have gone10 days without a mall shooting

The Cellar: We enjoy switching the signs on the bathrooms

The Cellar: Don't miss our nightly burnings of the wicker man

The Cellar: Galvanized beliefs, vulcanized tires, Martinized work shirts

The Cellar: There's no business like nappy 'ho bizness

the cellar: here, hold my cock for a minute

The Cellar: You're toast!
The Cellar: We've got you by the short and curlies.

The Cellar: Yo Mama!

The Cellar: Where ks are considered randy.

The Cellar: Now with rubber baby buggy bumpers.

The Cellar: Nothing you say will be held against you . . . "Tits"

The Cellar: The closest your firewall will let you get to porn.
The Cellar: Some of us are older than dirt. The rest are just dirty.
The Cellar: Some of us think G.W. Bush is a genius. Enough said.
The Cellar: Home of the cryptocrats. We may actually be running this country, but even we're not really sure.
The Cellar: We don't mind if your head is in the Clouds as long as you got her permission first.
The Cellar: Home of virtual hot chicks and free beer. Wednesday is Wing night.
The Cellar: Running on a supercooled, high speed, very tech-looking thingie.