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Pope Jim is considering a new career field - professional Skip To My Lou.

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You gotta give the people something good to read, on a Sunday

calvin2hikers well playing Skip to the Lou started yelling "Hey Abbott"...

As you can tell, Plook hasn't fully recovered from the trauma of being gang-queefed. He thinks he's on a dance floor with his little friend, Calvin. Take your meds, Plook. It gets better.

Pope Jim owns *SPAM* stock...

Plook is the president of Hormel, which makes *SPAM*.

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You gotta give the people something good to read, on a Sunday

calvin2hikers pissed off Dr. Suess when he served him Spam and eggs for breakfeast...

Rosie O'Donnell and her Woof Pack are on the prowl. They want to gang-queef Plook one more time and get it on film. It's too bad Calvin didn't think of this before Beaver Stampede was shit-canned.

Pope Jim is maipulating Gay Irish Chatholics in attempt to conquer all not so secret basements world wide, what will he stoop to next...

Plook's religion is based upon tree frogs and black lights.

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You gotta give the people something good to read, on a Sunday

calvin2hikers sometimes wears paired Kaleidoscope’s as glass's...

Plook's electrolytes and bioflavinoids were down. Suppositing two tree frogs and bathing in black light didn't seem to help. So he ate a Whopper and read The Collected Wisdom of Disco Douche, a surprisingly quick read. All's well in Plookville.

Pope Jim is trying desperately to crash the Papal Conclave...

Plook is trying out his new act on his target audience: Old Mahogany Rush fans.

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You gotta give the people something good to read, on a Sunday

calvin2hikers has hopes of making the cut on the X Factor Senior Addition...

Plooks likes to relax by imbibing huge mugs of syrup while gravy is being poured over his head.

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You gotta give the people something good to read, on a Sunday

Calvin does his best thinking in Starbucks and his second best thinking in massage parlors.

Pope Jim isn't a thinker, he's a doer...

Plook goes to drive-thru coffee stands hoping to get more stimulation than caffeine. Maybe someday he'll figure out that it takes more than a one dollar bill to get a peek at the pink.

Pope Jim has his alter boys apply paint-on tinsel glitter to his body while he listens to the collective Culture Club music library. They love casual fridays!

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ahhh...something to savor

coevad sleeps well at night knowing he is only the 1,300,000,000th person ever to eat a sandwich with just tuna on it.

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You gotta give the people something good to read, on a Sunday

Calvin sleeps in a well at night but not well. The bubbling gurgles one hears when passing the well are the sound of him acquatically counting sheep.

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The more I learn, the less I know.

Caputh doesn't sleep at night, he is to busy in his not so secret basement plotting the overthrow Papal one...

Plook wants a biscotti with his mint frappe non-fat chocolaccino yuppie delight. Perhaps if he waves a ten-spot he'll see a little aureole.

Pope Jim pays in ducketts...

Plook can't give away spelling lessons. (Although I'm tempted to throw him a plucat.)