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#61 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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^ a hulk hogan life size snuggle pillow
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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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#63 (permalink) |
dontcareaboutyou
Join Date: Apr 2006
Location: North Carolina
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...that's just mean, a muzzle.
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#64 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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ehh id liek the dsl, cause its faster than dialup, the mac id take if it was a g5 with 16 gigs of ram
and for you, a signed record party with, moss icon
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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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#66 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
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=/ i dont play football, i ski
^ an ounce
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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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