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NIMBY. “Not in my backyard!”

It was a year ago today Whitmire got tossed away Henson didn't like his style Steve was bad for quite a while But luckily we've all moved on So I'd like you all to sing this song Why don't we stop living in the paaaaaaaasstt! WHEW! Jim Hen Son! What would you think if i sang you a song

It’s a Maiden song, you dufus:

The Red and the Black

Heather

Stop pulling on my dick.

Nice

Thank god.

Shut the **** up.

No kidding.

Half the people on Muppet Central are Carlin fans who have seen those countless times, snichols1973.

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His story being ended with his pipe's last dying puff, Queequeg embraced me, pressed his forehead against mine, and blowing out the light, we rolled over from each other, this way and that, and very soon were sleeping.

To all this I joyously assented; for besides the affection I now felt for Queequeg, he was an experienced harpooner, and as such, could not fail to be of great usefulness to one, who, like me, was wholly ignorant of the mysteries of whaling, though well acquainted with the sea, as known to...

He at once resolved to accompany me to that island, ship aboard the same vessel, get into the same watch, the same boat, the same mess with me, in short to share my every hap; with both my hands in his, boldly dip into the Potluck of both worlds.

Upon this, I told him that whaling was my own design, and informed him of my intention to sail out of Nantucket,* as being the most promising port for an adventurous whaleman to embark from. *Island south of Cape Cod, a great whaling port; at the time it had a significant population.

He answered, to go to sea again, in his old vocation.

I asked him what might be his immediate purpose, touching his future movements.

They had made a harpooner of him, and that barbed iron was in lieu of a sceptre now.

For the nonce, however, he proposed to sail about, and sow his wild oats in all four oceans.