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V1ctorya
aka is a girl, has been a member since December 20, 2007, has scored 1077 submissions, giving an average score of 3.25.
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My Pirate Ship Gets Approximately 8000 Nautical Miles per Galleon
of 51 votes, 35% like it
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Guilt Trips- Who Can Afford Any Other Kind?
of 53 votes, 40% like it
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I Take Candy From Strangers (And Babies)
of 58 votes, 40% like it
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If Ignorance is Bliss, I'm Not Ignorant Enough
of 69 votes, 51% like it
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I'm Not An Optimist, I Just Don't Understand the Situation
of 72 votes, 40% like it
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Chained to the Short Bus
of 62 votes, 34% like it
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I Don't Ride The Short Bus, I Drive It
of 70 votes, 34% like it
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I'm a One Person Wave
of 75 votes, 27% like it
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I'm an Obscure Eighties Reference!
of 74 votes, 28% like it
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I Know Everything About Sex, I Read My Spam Folder
of 64 votes, 33% like it
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If Life Were a Word Balloon,I’d Pop It And Watch The Letters Fall
of 61 votes, 23% like it
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95% Cruelty Free (Still Working on That Last 5%)
of 65 votes, 28% like it
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Semi-Colons Are Just Comma Chameleons
of 67 votes, 31% like it
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I Can See No Downside To Owning a Flying Octopus
of 77 votes, 53% like it
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I'm a Vintage Original!
of 63 votes, 29% like it
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I'm Not Cliched, I'm Ironic
of 61 votes, 30% like it
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I'm 98.6% Organic.
of 65 votes, 42% like it
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My Country Went To War And All I Got Was Higher Gas Prices
of 69 votes, 30% like it
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To Me, The Law Of Gravity Is Just a Suggestion
of 64 votes, 30% like it
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I Dedicate This Shirt For All In Tents And Porpoises
of 68 votes, 28% like it
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By Reading This You've Entered Into A Legally Binding Contract
of 68 votes, 32% like it
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I Never Sleep Tight and Always Let The Bed Bugs Bite
of 65 votes, 28% like it
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Please Read This Shirt Out Loud
of 62 votes, 27% like it
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This Isn't a T-Shirt, It's a 100% Cotton Removable Tattoo
of 68 votes, 37% like it
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I Play Musical Chairs To The Sound of Silence
of 66 votes, 36% like it
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Do To The Rising Rates Of Illiteracy, I Cannot Read My Shirt
of 67 votes, 28% like it
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Set To Self-Destruct
of 68 votes, 26% like it
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Slogans that have been deleted or that have been dropped from the contest
Accountants Do It By The Numbers
of 26 votes, 4% like it
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America's Next Top Couch Potato
of 41 votes, 12% like it
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Coffee Lovers Write In Java Script
of 24 votes, 8% like it
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Doesn't Turning the Beat Around Get it Dizzy?
of 28 votes, 4% like it
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Forget Naptime, I Need a Coma
of 49 votes, 16% like it
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Guinea Pigs Are Racist
of 32 votes, 16% like it
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I Am The Aftermath
of 52 votes, 15% like it
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I Jump on Banwagons
of 27 votes, 11% like it
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I Kept Turning the Beat Around Until I Got Dizzy
of 47 votes, 9% like it
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I Wanna Go To Electoral College
of 45 votes, 11% like it
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I Was a Pet Rock In My Last Life
of 50 votes, 16% like it
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I'm so bad at Pictionary, I can't even draw a blank.
of 30 votes, 20% like it
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I'm Superfluous!
of 49 votes, 18% like it
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It's Not The Jeans, It's You
of 15 votes, 7% like it
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Knowledge may be power (in UV) but I prefer solar energy
of 30 votes, 13% like it
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Knowledge may be power but mediocrity can make you president.
of 30 votes, 23% like it
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More Sane Than Britney
of 50 votes, 8% like it
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My Other T-Shirts Say Something Worth Reading
of 60 votes, 25% like it
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My Super Stealth Monkey Ninja Can Kick Your Samurai Cat’s Ass
of 54 votes, 22% like it
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My T-Shirt Is A Liar
of 37 votes, 5% like it
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Parents-Costing More in Therapy Than College Tuition Ever Will
of 46 votes, 15% like it
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Politicians And Tofu Ice Cream: Two Things I Wish Didn't Exist
of 43 votes, 12% like it
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Power Trips Are the Only Trips I Can Afford
of 31 votes, 19% like it
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Save Gas - Jump On The Bandwagon
of 41 votes, 12% like it
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Save Your Pessimism For a BetterDay
of 7 votes, 0% like it
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Say "Knock, Knock"
of 24 votes, 8% like it
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Skeletor Wasn't Evil, He Was Just Misunderstood
of 54 votes, 22% like it
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Skinny People-Just A Few Bagels Away From Beauty
of 49 votes, 18% like it
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Small Defenseless Woodland Creatures - The Ultimate Yummers
of 29 votes, 7% like it
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Surpassed My Parents
of 58 votes, 24% like it
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T-Shirts Don't Lie to People, People Lie To People
of 48 votes, 19% like it
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T-Shirts, Just Telling It As It Is
of 20 votes, 5% like it
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Tootise Pops- One of the Few Things That Reward You For Sucking
of 44 votes, 18% like it
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Walking Away From Battle Makes Your Back a Target For Stabbing
of 32 votes, 9% like it
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Warning! This T-Shirt Lies
of 43 votes, 9% like it
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What Do You Do When Your Own Drummer Turns The Beat Around?
of 59 votes, 22% like it
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Why Yes, I'd Be Happy To Help You Find Your Lost Puppy
of 39 votes, 13% like it
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You Make Baby Lucifer Cry
of 14 votes, 14% like it
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You Make Satan Cry
of 55 votes, 25% like it
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For ten years Juliette had taken the same train to work every morning. For ten years she struggled with the turnstiles, put up with screaming babies, with teens pushing her out of the way for an empty seat, with tall men somehow squishing her into their armpits, with getting her feet stepped on to the point of a broken toe, with a commute so crowded that if she closed her eyes she felt like she was one of octopulets still in the womb. Ten years at the same job. Ten years on the #1 train, red line, with a transfer to the shuttle to Grand Central before walking those last couple blocks to the Chrysler building. Ten years in glamfuckingorous New York City getting sardined and squashed and made to feel just downright uncomfortable. And it’s not even like she was doing it for a lot of money. She worked in the non-profit world so made exactly one-third that of her best friend, May. Both graduated from the same school with the same degree. Both had the same title, but Financial Analyst means a lot more at Barclays than it does at the Advocacy Center for Homeless Youth and Runaways.
The last straw was when a toe-headed four-year-old sat down next to her crying to look out the window. Then, he proceeded to turn around to stare out said window dragging his muddy shoes across her new suit as he did so. Magically, a toy car appeared in his hand and he ran it into the window and on Juliette’s shoulder, giggling the entire time.
“I’m so sorry,” the boy’s mother said.
“Then you’ll pay to have this dry
cleaned?” Juliette asked.
“No hablar Ingles,” the mother said with a glint in her eyes. It’s amazing how fast one forgets the language when faced with a bill.
The child continued to run the car back and forth on the window behind Juliette while making loud crashing sounds until she finally just got off the train two stops early and walked home. Juliette decided then and there what she really needed were wings so she could avoid all this bullshit and fly to work. And the next day she had them.
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