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Up Against the Wall Motherfuckers - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia: "Up Against the Wall Motherfuckers (often referred to as simply 'the Motherfuckers', or UAW/MF) was an anarchist affinity group based in New York City. This 'street gang with analysis' was famous for its Lower East Side direct action and is said to have inspired members of the Weather Underground and the Yippies."

Motherfucking splinters

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Dude, get the pliers. I got a motherfucking splinter in my ass from that last crash. I'm guessing if you can't holed at least 20 mph on that bank you're goin' down. No track stands here.

MOTHER

Cecchinis Smart Car

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Wanted: Driver who knows how to motorpace. Must know how to recognize road kill, pot holes and the motherfucking bar (High Life).

hmmm.....

Now I know why all those pod wearin' folks never pay attention to my "on yer left!"

Cell phone..... iPod..... OhMiBod...

Motherfucking Martians

Oh crap! You got to see this movie.

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OH CRAP!

MOTHER

Motherfucking Elevator, cars, cracks, and everything else

Elevator at work is very aggressive. It closes on you when you're half way through the door. I think I cussed a little to loud when it slammed on my ass. " what the fuck"! I screamed. Luckily it was only the computer maintanence man inside. He just laughed.

I could understand if this was a busy building but its not. It's only got 4 floors. There really isn't a need for an elevator except for just this reason, " to carry motherfucking heavy boxes in". Oh! and the handicap. There never is a line for the elevator, not that I've ever seen a line for an elevator in Lincorn, Ne., so why does the door close so fast? Not to shuttle people in and out fast. Probably some elevator maintenance repair persons idea of motherfucking humor.

I love cars. Riding to work I need to cross 80th and the mopac. Motherfucking light takes forever to turn. So i'm comin down the hill on the path with some good speed, 28, look over my shoulder to see if cars are comin. There's one chance before the light to dodge across. One car in the left lane, another about 20yds behind him, and another in the right lane 20 yrds back. No cars comin the other way. I'm thinking" oh yeah, baby, I got this one. I'm goin make it to work in record time". I hit the entrance to the mopac parking lot. I'm parallel with the first car. Ease up just a bit. BAM! I'm in the left lane. Heading across 84 th to the trail. I get a motherfucking honk from the first car. I thought the cars behind would honk. No it' the first motherfucker. I figured he liked my daredevil move. I laughed and gave him a big wave. Maybe he knows the tour de french starts tommorrow . I'm just experiencing the thrill of manuevering through the caravan.

Now about cracks. Sidewalk cracks. Fuck is there a lot of them this year or what?

MOTHER.

U Motherfucking freaks

Who has time to wash their kits. You been sniffing to much chamois.

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MOTHER

Holy War Motherfuckers

So i get this in my e- mail.


Attn:The Managing Director

Before I proceed, may I humbly introduce myself to your goodself, My Name is Mrs. Najia J. Zban. an Iraq refugee. My late husband was untill recently, one of the personal aid to the former president of Iraq,President Saddam Hussen who was formerly overthrown out of power and was killed recently by the US government.
Prior to this last serious crisis that is still ravaging in mycountry,which recently led to misfortune of our government and my late husband position as the personal aid to the president, We inherited the sum of US$11 million.The funds were originally gotten from my late husband proceeds. My late husband was able to safe guard the fund with a very good diplomatic contact from my Country and deposited it in thailand.
I have decided to contact you because I am interested in investing in your country which is investment friendly. Please kindly guide and assist me in making the right investment since I am also interested in buying a residential property as I will be moving with my only son Haider in over there as soon as every thing regarding technical and logictics details is worked out and ascertained to our respective satisfaction. In view of your participation,I am ready to give you a good negotiable percentage for your assistance or better still commit it into viable Joint venture projects with you.
Be assured that you stand norisk of any kind as the funds belong to me and my only survived son haider. As soon as I get your consent, we will quickly move this fund to your country for investment . Again, upon your acceptance to work as my partner, you can contact me withmy private e-mail najia_jzban0@yahoo.com.my , for more details.
I strongly believe that associating with you to embark on this and other business ventures will derive a huge success here after, please include you private contact telephone number and private e-mail for replying. We look unto Allah for your positive prompt response.

Yours Sincerely.
Mrs. Najia J. Zban.

I respond.

Hi Najia,

I've got property to invest in. You can buy my house motherfucker. Thats right, motherfucker, It's perfect:
It's in the shadows ( of our state capitol, go ahead blow it up)
A small room for haider( he'll need to get used to small rooms)
Good neighborhood ( maybe you'll know my neighbors, there from Afganistan)
Lots o sirens ( dont worry they're just passin thru)
gunfire ( you'll feel right at home. Oh, and the fourth of july is just around the corner. CELEBRATE!)
It's a palace (I like to think " im the king of this palace". I run around naked with just my crown on yelling at my subjects from my porch)

If you need to invest your money I'm worth it. I just need a break. Oh wait, this is money that's been takin from people that probably have done no harm to you or your family. Never mind, motherfucker.

Well Na nu na nu, I got to go. I've got to pay the bills here in America so freedom and investments can ring through out the world.



Yours truly,
MOTHER
p.s. The corn is tall and there's a lot of it this year. God has given us plenty of moisture for us to start our independence of foreign oil. I'm goin corn wrestlin'.