Have you voted this thread for the "Greatest" page?

[underpants]

[liberal N proud]

1. Sure have

Not

[underpants]

2. Error: you can't recommend your own topics

:grr:

[Cooley Hurd]

3. I did...

...because them are some sexy underpants (despite the fact that they're so freaking ANGRY!!) :D

[Mutley]

4. Recommended.

This has to be the greatest thread DU has ever seen.

[underpants]

5. Some people say it is

:bounce:

[Az_lefty]

6. how come your underpants don't move anymore?

[underpants]

10. marquee function don't work no more

:grr:

[TalkingDog]

7. No, your underpants man scares me.

I see him in my nightmares.

[BikeWriter]

8. Recommended

[Shell Beau]

9. You did it. This will be on the greatest page now!!!

I'll be damned! Hey are you going to watch Big Brother tonight?

[Hissyspit]

11. Yes, and I have emailed it to all my friends as well.

[dxstone]

12. Are those the Awesome Angry Underpants of Doom?

As prophesied of in bibblical text, in both chapter and verse?
and ALSO:
AS SEEN ON TV!!!???

I'd like to purchase 144,000 pair, please!
Where do I sign my soul away?

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ps: loopy lately... those same goddamned dreams, over and over...
The old movie marquee reads: "GOD SHOULD be all-merciful...but mankind really HAS been behaving like assholes lately..."
Then the ticketman with his one huge green tooth... I have no money, so I pay in meat...
A long tunnel, mostly green and yellow, and shadows dance all around me... now the ticket taker, who has no eyes, nose or ears, just a huge smile upon his tiny truncated smooth-as-wax bowling pin of a head, shows me to my seat. I undress completely, and he hands me a greasy bag of popcorn, gathers up all my clothing in a big heap and goes slithering off, his teeth chattering softly but continuously, echoing stark and hollow in that massive near-empty theater space...
There are only a few others sharing it with me, and we are all spaced a good distance away from all others; I look about me and glimpse soft shoulders and long necks and a flash of a nipple-- (along with an audible honking sound that seems to come from WITHIN MY OWN SKULL!)-- even as the lights dim, the screen fills with blinding light and suddenly before me is the HUGE TITANIC HEAD OF TED KOPPEL!
"REDRUM! REDRUM!" he screams, his hair bursting into flame! "REDRUM!"
His eyes are glazed and vacant; he is obviously quite, quite mad, and now his ears are beginning to catch as well...
"REDRUM! REDRUM!" Again and again, over and over...
I finish my popcorn, which seems to take almost a year, then run screaming down the aisles and into a new maze of darkened corridors, neon-strobed and pitching wildly,I flee wailing through this endless maze, finally bursting through a well-marked EXIT door-- at which point I wake up in a dumpster, every time!
Whassup with that?
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