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05-16-2006, 11:34 AM | #941 (permalink) |
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pot doesn't create the arseholes it just brings them out of their shells, im no different when smoking pot, well...a little stonned and less literate, little less inteligent, and it slows me down a bit but it's never turned me into an arsehole.
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05-16-2006, 11:34 AM | #942 (permalink) |
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Rock on Wayne! 10/10
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05-16-2006, 11:41 AM | #943 (permalink) |
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^Kick ass! 10/10
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05-16-2006, 03:35 PM | #944 (permalink) |
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^ heh heh heh 10/10
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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. |
05-16-2006, 03:41 PM | #945 (permalink) |
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^Meaningful, and funny. 7/10
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Be not ashamed of mistakes and thus make them crimes.-Confucius Talking much about oneself can also be a means to conceal oneself.-Friedrich Nietzsche Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; men love in haste but they detest at leisure.-Lord Byron Popularity's bad for you. I avoid it like the plague.-Brian Mulrooney |
05-16-2006, 03:43 PM | #947 (permalink) |
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-10 cause its an orange...and i dont care about your addiction..ermm yeah heres a nicotine patch
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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. |
05-16-2006, 03:49 PM | #949 (permalink) |
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1/10 its a smiling condom............................................ .................................................. .................................................. ....................... :/
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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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