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zipman68

the speed force!

There have been some complaints about the low quality of reviews from certain joke members. Generating joke reviews is seriously uncool. After all, there is enough variation in review quality due to honest issues without adding in the shitty reviews being generated as jokes. So I was shocked -- SHOCKED I TELLS YA -- when I noticed that the man who Scooby Doo would refer to as "Rexas Ritty Rag", a man who has won the "stupidest troll on the board" award for the past decade (somehow he managed to get retroactive nominations) has alo produced POINTLESS JOKE REVIEWS:

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In a previous review of this club I said next time I would go somewhere else. I went against my word because I went back last week. I was still hoping that maybe i'd run into George W. or his pappy George H.W. seeing that they're both retired but nope, those Bush's were nowhere to be seen. Sarah Palin wasn't here either so I kind of wonder why they include Alaskan in the club name.
They could call it "The No Bush and Nothing to do with Alaska Company" but I figure the owners wanted to avoid the obvious when they named this club. You can't predict how people think.
Like last time there were just a few regular guy customers drinking their shots and beers and once again a few average looking dancers running around and none approached me which I was fine with. Sat there kind of bored while I drank my beer and wondered, so where do the Bush family hang out with all the free time they have these days. Maybe I should be looking for them when i'm in Texas. Yup, that makes sense. Just an average bar, average customers, average dancers, move along nothing to see here.
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So...I have learned that the Bush family is not involved!! WOW!!! I'm sure ol' txtittyfag will claim that he just wanted to suck W's cock. Hell, I suspect he does want to suck W's cock. But how does this review help the average monger that actually wishes to have fun.

Here is an idea... Maybe txtittyfag can lock himself in his momma's basement with some bottles of DXM cough syrup and a stack of GQ magazine men's fall fashion issues. Drink the cough syrup 'til you achieve a shamanic dose, then keep a rubbin' it to the pretty, pretty guys you find in GQ. I bet there is a well adjusted gay man inside that twisted little noggin of yours.