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for those of you in other countries: a soccer mom is an attractive, white mini-van driving, ex-cheerleader who married the football star the day after high school graduation. after a few ugly kids squirt out of her, she totes them around the suburbs like a kangaroo while their dad brings home the bacon at the toyota dealership and fucks random secratary sluts. they have a 3 bedroom 2 bath, 2 story house in the upper-middle class part of town and regularly attend school and town meetings and of course, all of their children's extra-curricular activities--currently the american dream. but i digress.

for those of you in other countries: a soccer mom is an attractive, white mini-van driving, ex-cheerleader who married the football star the day after high school graduation. after a few ugly kids squirt out of her, she totes them around the suburbs like a kangaroo while their dad brings home the bacon at the toyota dealership and fucks random secratary sluts. they have a 3 bedroom 2 bath, 2 story house in the upper-middle class part of town and regularly attend school and town meetings and of course, all of their children's extra-curricular activities--currently the american dream. but i digress.

To be honest, the plot makes as much sense as the rules involving the consumption of Iron Rations. I have no idea why they made a D&D movie with such a lofty "let's save the little people" plot. Most D&D games I can remember playing involved going into the cave, kicking the living crap out of a few kobolds, and coming out with booty. The loftiest goal we ever had was to keep from puking up our sour cream and onion ruffles.

To be honest, the plot makes as much sense as the rules involving the consumption of Iron Rations. I have no idea why they made a D&D movie with such a lofty "let's save the little people" plot. Most D&D games I can remember playing involved going into the cave, kicking the living crap out of a few kobolds, and coming out with booty. The loftiest goal we ever had was to keep from puking up our sour cream and onion ruffles.

To be honest, the plot makes as much sense as the rules involving the consumption of Iron Rations. I have no idea why they made a D&D movie with such a lofty "let's save the little people" plot. Most D&D games I can remember playing involved going into the cave, kicking the living crap out of a few kobolds, and coming out with booty. The loftiest goal we ever had was to keep from puking up our sour cream and onion ruffles.

"There is no food that is characteristic of the whole South," Pillsbury said. "Grits are not everywhere. Biscuits are not everywhere. And you have to be open-minded about what you call cornbread."

"There is no food that is characteristic of the whole South," Pillsbury said. "Grits are not everywhere. Biscuits are not everywhere. And you have to be open-minded about what you call cornbread."