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• Gumbo
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• Gumbo Ya-Ya
• gumbo (user)
• mumbling
• a boy cries behind the bright screen of his phone; another lays mumbling about a ballads of his misfortune
• Know your pets
• Dead links in writeups
• Flaunting your sexuality
• A League of Their Own
• their
• Rugby players eat their dead
• Do we forgive our fathers in their time or in our time?
• Ever seen two people talking to each other in their sleep?
• institutions have lives of their own
• In What Distress Candide, Cunegund, and the Old Woman Arrive at Cadiz, and Of Their Embarkation
• What Befell Candide and Martin on Their Passage
• And their feet move
• Table of Organs and Their Relationships
• The Miller, His Son, and Their Ass
• The She-Goats and Their Beards
• The Monkeys and Their Mother
• Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their country
• Things people put up their butts
• Some kiss with their eyes closed
• Please help us recover your nodes by linking their titles below
• 27 Innocent Bystanders and Their Visions of the Afterlife
• Why American women shave their legs
• Be nice to smokers: any cigarette can be their last
• You wear your breasts to their full extent
• Judging women by their books
• Ten Stupid Things Men Do to Mess Up Their Lives
• People who don't capitalize their I's
• Their Satanic Majesties Request
• Reading ahead in comic calendars
• Inability to decide on what your morals and values should be
• If we define things as unreal, they may still be real in their consequences
• Stars In Their Eyes
• The Story of Two Sisters Who Were Jealous of Their Younger Sister
• More of The Story of Two Sisters Who Were Jealous of Their Younger Sister
• Why female athletes are paid less than their male counterparts
• The Three Princes and their Beasts
• Scientists who have genetically designed their children for superior 'fros
• Real hackers start their own IRC networks so that they can't be traced by the FBI
• If "cult" religions are so good at mind control, why are their attrition rates so high?
• dead insects are flipped over on their backs
• By their fruits you shall know them
• the velocity with which their foreheads hit the floor
• Run around like chickens with their head cut off
• Why guys care if their partner spits or swallows
• If only the spaghetti westerns were half as good as their titles
• Supporting your views on modern social dynamics by citing anthropology
• Greeks like their women armless
• Scientist hits head on curb joke
• Capitalize, please
• Wandering about with keys dangling from an oversized shoelace around your neck
• Non-everythingian friends and their responses to this place
• Cats always land on their feet
• Everyone's got their drug
• I feel their presence
• Apple-pie families and their flaming wreckage
• Having an S on a transcript rather than a B
• And oh, how we long for their shaky, malnourished caresses
• He Knows Not Their Names
• Stick a fork in their ass and turn them over, they're done
• IRC channels that have absolutely nothing to do with their names
• Animals which resemble their owners
• Expecting your wedding to be the happiest day of your life
• Professors who have contempt for their students
• Legal Happy Pills and their Trials and Tribulations
• Why programmers don't comment their code
• Why do Christians bring their kids up as Christians?
• Women and their weight problem
• I don't mind it when authors take their time
• Rock Stars and their bizarre love-lives
• if drivers don't use their turn signals
• RMS forgiving KDE users of their sins
• Selling their souls to Santa
• I will ask them all their dreams
• Their Eyes Were Watching God
• How can someone worship a dead naked man nailed to a cross as their god?
• My hands have lost their memory
• Their feet grow dark with his blood
• What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
• words whose reversals are their opposites
• Ranters and their rants
• Do masochists enjoy slamming their fingers in a car door?
• This was their finest hour
• Madmen have a world all their own
• Parents who force their children to eat when they're not hungry
• I'm ceded--I've stopped being Theirs
• Men who are willing to listen to women talk about their periods
• Telephone solicitors now call me at their own risk
• Each one has their own story
• Off with their heads!
• People's secrets show in their eyes
• I liked their early stuff
• Meat By-Products and their Uses
• Familiars and Totem Animals - Their Attributes
• You can tell a lot about a person from their e-mail address
• The children are all crying in their pens
• Addressing others by their user names
• Everyone has a sofa to give away at some point in their lives
• The tendency for furries to have their species as a surname
• The Scots Confession: Chapter 20
• It's not enough they take your life away with a gun; they have to take it away with their pens, too
• I Look at Men in the Height of Their Youth
• Why are there so many 1964 nickels?
• Of Mongoloids and Their Kin
• Why do male musical groups try to look threatening on their album covers?
• Parents who won't let their children play with toy guns
• How do cows get all their nutrients, when they only eat grass?
• Correcting BBC newsreaders on their grammar
• Those who have abandoned their dreams will discourage yours
• So we drank their blood...
• Where do dogs get their Vitamin C from, when they don't eat fruits?
• Flushing out your enemies from their lair with bad rock music
• Brides on their Trial
• Why dogs flinch when you stroke their heads
• How Eulenspiegel talked two hundred boys out of their shoes
• Mammals and Their Milk
• How can I talk about love when the bacon is burned and the house is an absolute mess and the children are screaming their heads off and I'm going to miss my bus?
• Never argue with an idiot. They bring you down to their level and beat you with experience.
• I am sorry but when you were talking I was admiring the shape of your lips and evaluating their kissability
• Optimus Prime, Ultra Magnus, and Their Forbidden Love
• You see them driving around, rubbing the sleep out of their eyes
• Rap artists who insist on singing their own name in their songs
• They'll find their own lightning
• Antisemitism and Martin Luther
• How to get people to clean up their core dumps
• Paintings bulging out of their frames like the freaked-out spine-damage erections of accident victims
• They try to be quiet but you know they are there with their weird coppery breath.
• I used to fly like peter pan, all the children flew when I touched their hands
• Open letter from Saddam Hussein to the American peoples and the western peoples and their gov'ts
• Kick Their Fucking Heads In 2
• The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair
• their eyes meet for the first time, but they saw each other's hearts
• Scissors that shed their safety
• The movements exist on their own terms, manifesting rare beauty
• There are places in this world where mundane, forgotten things have learned to weave their own magic
• The Four and Twenty Elders Casting their Crowns before the Divine Throne
• While Shepherds Watched Their Flocks
• How to give customers change
• Some virtues dig their own graves
• Boston sports fans and their teams: A brief but angsty perspective
• The Girls in Their Summer Dresses
• What guys do with their penis
• These images in their contrivance were the utter epitome of unconscious inertia
• The dark riders were not sleeping. They were only resting their eyes.
• Immortality are their garb
• Being an Agent is Their Difficult Job
• Making the Movies VII Movie Stars Who Risk Their Lives for Realistic Films
• Their are three misteaks in this sentence
• What guys do while their girlfriends aren't there
• How to convert musical notes to their Hz equivalent
• Discovering personalities by watching people with their dogs
• Necronomicon: Of Ye Old Ones And Their Spawn
• They don't realize they're talking about death but I can hear it behind their voices
• Corporations only feel hits to their wallet
• They Spent Their Wild Youthful Days in the Glittering World of the Salons
• I've seen old men crying at their own gravesides
• These dead open their bodies to the living like a door
• When the Ram and the Pig Went to the Forest to Live on Their Own
• The lonely ones will find each other by the heat of their bodies
• On the horizon, the lions circle their kill while the sun waits to set
• Carelessly their feet trod upon life, extinguishing it
• The sand people ride in single file to hide their numbers
• Viking raids
• Everyone Thinks the Best about Their Own Children
• Where do memories go to sharpen their daggers?
• Everyone has their antarctic
• Boys, girls, and their mirror neurons
• The Last Show: The Priests Open Their Big Mouths
• the undead squirm in their cocktail dresses while Lucien and I powder our faces
• I will make your oppressors eat their own flesh and they shall be drunk with their own blood like wine
• candle smoke and christmas spice leapt up their noses like cardamom cats
• fattening the fruits of their orchards with war-dead
• their teary eyes follow us as if our actions are accompanied by tragic music
• Round The Moon: 3: Their Place of Shelter
• Listen, boy. Everyone is their own kind of ninja.
• to that end they offer you their bare bellies. pick up the knife.
• The Story of Cathbad, Nessa and their son Conchobar
• up to their gossip
• secret city map with pins set at the places their eyes had met
• rubies subtly set their skirts on fire.
• Don't trust anyone with the sun in their eyes
• the flags are all dead at the tops of their poles
• Butterflies are passive aggressive and put their problems on the shelf, but they're beautiful
• Country kids driving their sins up haunted logging roads

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