ahhhhh Patricia!!!

Ahhhhh.... I see.
Thanks for telling me!

In reply to your comment:
“Its a duplicate, someone beat me to it.

In reply to your comment:
“It's great!!!

Why discard it???””

Ahhhhh, the many shades of dysfunction, the legion of cries from the souls of the damned....so many more to come one might say, given the extinction of positive male role models. Is it no wonder that there are so many more vocal homosexuals on the planet than sayyyyyyy 20 YEARS AGO!???
His fifteen minutes of coming out combined with fleeting fame and obscurity.....Please help him, donate your sympathies and pity to:
This Guy's Address
666 Loser Ln.
Anytown, USA 23623

Ahhhhh, Mystery Theater on PBS. As a wee tot, me mum would call me to her side whenever the show started, just so I could watch the opening sequence then run back to finish my homework.

fantastic post. ahhhhh time for a coffee and a cigarette

You don't understand...for white-bread America, dude, this was Nightmare before Christmas dinner left out on the buffet table....this shit scared the-ever-livin-fuck out of my cousins....(cause of the made up shit that went along with xmasat my crib), anyhoo, YOW! ahhhhh mammorees!

The Sift is getting bigger,faster,stronger mwah hahahaha. ahhhhh excellant

Whhoooa! I learned a new acronym today! You are on a roll now silvercord!! Soon you'll be a born-again kablloooey voyeur.
Personal love for this viddy, in 1977, I was 11 in Dallas, TX, was drawn like a moth, along with most of the residents of the immediate area, to a column of flame shooting 75 feet in the sky, which was the aftermath of a tankcar fulla propane, that had derailed and exploded...we got to a spot in a parking lot about 200 yards away, to gawk. As we watched the flames, and felt the heat, another tankcar exploded, sending an orange mushroom cloud about 300 feet into the sky....I remember standing, transfixed, while a sea of fellow gawkers ran past me and away from this primo vantage point....and the next thing I remember was being scooped up and clumsily run with, by my dad...the next day some of our biker friends came over, who had had a better view from nearer the blast, wearing melted pleather jackets!...(they were wannabe, weekend warrior, crackers, hence the fake leather.)

ahhhhh memories.

Before bed each night, my (nearly) 4 year old daughter and I read a book and then gather around the VideoSift for some beloved Sifts. Her eyes fill with joy as she enjoys Emiliana Torrini's Sunny Road, and a sneezing panda, and a farting pig.

Many times, she asks to see Uncle James', oohaah's, and swinginpagan's 'metal' hands photo. And soon, I will teach her to bellow "SOYLENT GREEN IS PEOPLE!!!!"

Ahhhhh . . .Videosift.

Ahhhhh...there it is. It must have gone for a coffee break when I was looking. Thanks!

Brings me back to the days of Brownies of mass destruction! Ahhhhh <8-) What would they call it if it was Exlax muffins I wonder?