I said no!

Get Down form there!

I said no can be used as:

part of an imperative sentence- Whose jar of 'I said no' is that lying on the humidifier?

part of an exclamatory sentence- You stole my can of 'I said no', you slutty little bitch!

part of a declaritive statement- "I said no!" came the Iraqi soldiers muffled battlecry.

or...

as a verb- Matt Cauchy I SAID NO'D over the bush.

as an adjective- "Honey, you look very I SAID NO tonight. Can we fuck now?"

as an adverb- He ran I SAID NO'EDLY over to the sandlot.

a noun modifying a verb- I SAID NO was swimming in the sea.

as a geographic location- "have you ever been to I SAID NO, Alaska?" Said one inuit boy to another.
"Nah." said the other. "But isn't that near the pest-intolerant village of Nagheenarnarjaar?"
"Yes, I believe it is."

milkskin

Noun-
1.see: whitey.
2.a white man, like sean.
3.having nothing to do with an indian, or injun, as the case may very well be, such as tyler.

created by fascists in 10 billion b.c., whiteyism, or milkskinsim. was popularized by sean, and his white-ass friend, george w. bush.

"there goes whitey," said will to ty and doug as sean rode by on his horseee. "yeah," they agreed in unison, "he sure is a milkskin."

johnny depth-finder

An actor, who's most famous roles include:
-captain jack daniels on pirates of the celestial universe
-mort 'horse face' rainey on secret lindo
-jilbert snape on who's eating out jilbert snape's mom
-willy wanker on willy wanker and the black man who got caught in the chocolate river and ended up drowning, and then his family hired a lawyer and sued mr. wanker. they ended up winning in court and opposing council was forced to give up his factory 'ex libris' and it is now owned by the negro's family, hence why the candy is tainted with cocaine and tastes like shit.
-george lung on blow, a movie about oral sex.
-chicken mcchugget on that one 'ba-dah-bah-bah-bah' commercial for 'mickey d's'

fuck it, we'll do it live.

johnny depth-finder is a fuck.
someday, I may just have to throw this piece of shit out the window.

cut his mic, cut his mic!

utterrence by one Bill O'Reilly ( see also: O'Lielly) whilst talking to the son of one of the firefighters who perished in 9/11. here is part of the conversation:
Jeremy Glick: The people of the ruling class, the small minority, are no more. My father wouldn't have wanted to see any military action in Iraq. He would've thought it wrong and immoral, and... (cut off by O'Reilly)
Bill O’Reilly: Cut his mic. I’m not going to dress you down anymore, out of respect for your father. I won't listen to anymore of your communist propoganda. You are terrible. We will be back in a moment with more of THE FACTOR.
Jeremy Glick: That means we’re done?
Bill O’Reilly: We’re done. I'm not going to do this anymore, you harpie! I'm done.
After the show, O’Reilly told Glick, “Get out, get out of my studio before I tear you to fucking pieces!”

Bill O'Reilly is an idiot. he says things like, 'cut his mic, cut his mic!'

Cannibal Corpse

led by zero-talent frontman george 'corpsegrinder' fisher, who growls indecipherable tidbits of ignorance to the mindless audience. fisher is one of the pioneers of the 'windmill' style of head-banging. he took it from pete townshend of the who's windmill style of guitar strumming. the talent went down 'exponentially' when fisher did his headbanging. each time he moves his head up and down in that infamous quick fashion, it kills six of his worthless w.o.w. brain cells. he started iut with 167. he know has -2345676543. yes, that is negative. cannibal corpse also features pat o'brien and rob barret on guitar (that god-awful low-pitched rumble), alex webster on bass (dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun!), and paul mazurkiewicz on drums (double bass drumming only). they are members of the record label 'metal blade', which is a long-time stronghold for shitty "death-metal" bands.

alex needs to learn how to use the word "exponentially", and all of it's roots and outcroppings. cannibal corpse sucks, but they are funny to watch live, especially when you are stoned (which alex must also learn how to do/get). and boy, that corpsegrinder sure is funny when he goes on his ultra-ignorant rants regarding world of warcraft and growling (the proper way to growl and yell is 'from the diaphragm").

yours is no disgrace

A song by yes.
The lyrics go as follows:
Yesterday a morning came, a smile upon your face.
Caesar's palace, morning glory, silly human race,
On a sailing ship to nowhere, leaving any place,
If the summer change to winter, yours is no disgrace.
Battleships confide in me and tell me where you are,
Shining, flying, purple wolfhound, show me where you are,
Lost in summer, morning, winter, travel very far,
Lost in musing circumstances, that's just where you are.

This song is about the Vietnam war, and about how soldiers crawled out of "dirty holes" (underground bunkers) and "their morals" would "disappear", simply meaning that they would have killed someone for no reason.
The song was very anti-war, especially the vitenam war.

The song yours is no disgrace is a jam and an instrumental neo-awesome tune.

bill o'liely

affectionate and well-deserved nickname given to one bill o'reilly by comic genius al franken (see also, saturday night live, snl). o'reilly, the descendant or grandson of reilly, is a raging irish commentator on fox news who's lies count is just approaching one hndred. his latest book, living with herpes as a culture warrior, immeadiatly went on ann coulter-cunt's list of best books, right under mein kampf, and her own books, of course.

bill o'liely is a piece of clit shit who swabs his horsegina with a twatsickle removing device, all the while trying to fuck young women because his sagging wife doesn't put out anymore. fair and balanced, he is.