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07-22-2006, 02:18 AM | #141 (permalink) |
butt say x
Join Date: Nov 2005
Location: so i read the question as "Where YOU live" which was kinda funny instead of "Where you live"
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sucks
no joke it's very cliched and boring.
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07-22-2006, 09:23 AM | #144 (permalink) |
Raptor
Join Date: Mar 2006
Location: Metro Detroit, MI
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That makes me laugh quite hard, the quote that is. 9/10
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07-23-2006, 10:25 PM | #146 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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Location: new hampsha
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^ 7/10 wise guy.
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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. |
07-26-2006, 06:57 PM | #148 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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Location: new hampsha
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^ 8/10 crazy.
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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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