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On Saturday June 27th, 8:21pm
The More Proactive Gibbon Masher wrote :
I'd prefer he just keep his hands to himself. Thanks.

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On Monday June 15th, 8:21pm
The More Proactive Gibbon Masher wrote :
Oh what a feeling! TOYOTA!

If you were born say, after 1988, click here to get the reference.

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On Friday June 12th, 9:18am
The More Proactive Gibbon Masher wrote :
I don't care if this is photoshopped.

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On Wednesday June 10th, 11:58am
The More Proactive Gibbon Masher wrote :
Tired of arguing about how much to tip? Well, problem solved!

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On Thursday June 4th, 11:22pm
The More Proactive Gibbon Masher wrote :
This is the worst thing I have ever heard.

With sincerest apologies to our female viewership, I post this gigantic WTF of a song from the 1940's. Either this is a grotesque parody and I'm not getting the joke, or this is the worst thing I have heard in years.

Slap er down again pa.mp3

Come here gol-durn you
Take that and that and that

(That's right, slap 'er down agin, Pa)
(Slap 'er down agin)
(Make her tell us more, Pa)
(Tell us where she's been)
(We don't want our neighbours)
(Talkin' about our kin)
(Slap 'er down agin, Pa)
(Slap 'er down agin)

Well Pa and Ma were so durn sore
They woke me up one night
There was an awful cussin'
And Ma said Pa was right
They was awaitin' sister Bess
Who never kept her word
The sun came up as Bess came in
And this is what I heard

(Quote)
Slap 'er down agin, Pa
Slap 'er down agin
Make her tell us more, Pa
Tell us where she's been
We don't want our neighbours
Talkin' 'bout our kin
Slap 'er down agin, Pa
Slap 'er down agin
(Unquote)

Now poor old Bess got so durned mad
She ran away one day
To meet that travellin' salesman
With city-skickin' ways
We ran and stood beside the road
With shotguns by our side
Me and Deacon, Pa and Ma
Who yelled as they came by

(Why don't you slap 'er down agin, Pa)
(Slap 'er down agin)
(Yeah, make her tell us more, Pa)
(Tell us where she's been)
(We don't want our neighbours)
(Talkin' 'bout our kin)
(Slap 'er down agin, Paw)
(Slap 'er down agin)

Now Ma and Pa, they planned for Bess
To marry Deacon Brown
And not that travellin' salesman
Who always came around
They made poor Bessie go to church
Her face was mighty red
The Deacon took one look at her
And this is what he said

Oh, slap 'er down agin, Pa
Slap 'er down agin
Make her tell us more, Pa
Tell us where she's been
We don't want our neighbours
Talkin' 'bout our kin
Slap 'er down agin, Pa
Slap 'er down agin
(Unquote)

(Instrumental Interlude)
Do-si-do
Boy, that's hot stuff, ain't it

Well, the moral of this story girls
Is don't stay out too late
Unless you take your shoes off
Outside your Pappy's gate
If Ma don't hear you comin' in
She won't lay down the law
And you won't have to worry
'Cause she won't sing out to Pa

Oh, Slap 'er down agin, Pa
Slap 'er down agin
(Make her tell us more, Pa)
(Tell us where she's been)
(We don't want our neighbours)
(Talkin' about our kin)
(Slap 'er down agin, Pa)
(Slap 'er down agin)

Take that......and that......and that!

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