Why do bad things happen to good buckets? (beware disturbing images)

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Did everyone see pictures of dead Momar Kha... Gah... Gaddafi? Damnit! Somebody tell me how to spell that guy's name.

Felt a little bad, but then I was like, 'hey, nasty stuff happens to regular folks all the time.' They never get their pictures in the paper.

Maybe we should feel bad for them.

Look at these pictures and feel bad:

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You can't fool me Paul McGann

That's right British Actor Paul McGann, I recognized you on the bus.

You thought nobody would remember you as Lt. Bush from the Horatio Hornblower miniseries, but you were so wrong. I saw every episode. I own them on VHS and DVD.

And you know what gave you away? No, it's wasn't your part in Lesbian Vampire Killers or your piercing blue eyes--it was your stupid, trendy autumn jacket.

All movie stars wear them. It's how I recognized Gary Oldman while pretending to be garbage outside his house.

So nice try Mr. McGann. Next time you come to South London, dress the part. That shit doesn't fly here.

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Campaign to Fight Racism

I'm not racist. I have many non-bucket friends. But more is required. The world needs inter-appliance/inter-tool dating. Not just getting to second base dating either.

One time I stuck my lip in an electricl socket. I'm doing my part people. Now it's your turn.

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I am not a number...

I am a free bucket. I <3 Patrick Magooan. I don't know how you spell his name. Unless I spelled it right. Then I do.

My favorite song is 'I'm your bucket,' often mistaken for 'I'm your Puppet.' The chorus goes something like this:

"Pull my little handle and I'll pour you some milk, I'm your bucket, mother@*&%IT!"

I don't know the rest of the words

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