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

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