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#522 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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^ has sex with the oxford english dictionary
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
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#523 (permalink) |
They call me Tundra Boy
Join Date: Sep 2005
Location: In your linen cupboard.
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^has sex with Delia Smith's 'How to Cook', Volume's 1, 2 and 3.
Refers to it as 'group action'. Posts videos of it on the internet. Had to see the doctor about paper cuts... Should have taken precautions. |
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#524 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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^ insists on having tantric food sex with right track
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
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#527 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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^ licks off the piss on me
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
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#529 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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^ is my brother....now isnt that a tad bit kinky
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
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