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01-18-2006, 07:57 PM | #251 (permalink) |
Freeskier
Join Date: Jan 2004
Location: Istanbul was Constantinople now it's Istanbul not Constantinople...
Posts: 1,536
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false, i hate ipods because they break too damn easy, Give me my tin mp3 player that's complete bomb proof over an ipod any day.
the person below me is eating toast (i know I'm unoriginal)
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What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do -- especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road. William Least Heat Moon, Blue Highways Your toughest competitor lives in your head. Some days his name is fear, or pain, or gravity. Stomp his ass. HOOKED ON THE WHITE POWDER |
01-18-2006, 09:01 PM | #253 (permalink) | |
Bright F*cking Red
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: San Diego
Posts: 2,222
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false.
the person below me is a moderator.
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How'd I end up here to begin with? I don't know. Why do I start what I can't finish? Oh please, don't barrage me with questions to all those ugly answers. My ego's like my stomach- it keeps shitting what I feed it. But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore.. maybe I can wait in bed 'til she comes home. and whispers.... Quote:
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01-19-2006, 11:50 AM | #256 (permalink) |
Music Addict
Join Date: Nov 2005
Location: MN
Posts: 85
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>_> Mebbe <_<
The person below me has a secret foot fetish. =o
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And the angel said unto me, "These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots! You see, Reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day and to them it is the holocaust." This. Is. Necessary.
This. Is. Necessary. Life. Feeds on life. Feeds on life. Feeds on life. Feeds on This. Is. Necessary. |
01-19-2006, 03:01 PM | #259 (permalink) | |
Bright F*cking Red
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: San Diego
Posts: 2,222
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false.
the person below me will NOT say something about a damn foot fetish like a handful of other people have..
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How'd I end up here to begin with? I don't know. Why do I start what I can't finish? Oh please, don't barrage me with questions to all those ugly answers. My ego's like my stomach- it keeps shitting what I feed it. But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore.. maybe I can wait in bed 'til she comes home. and whispers.... Quote:
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