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06-02-2006, 07:00 PM | #31 (permalink) |
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fine be like that..im going to go in my corner and im gonna listen to hawthorne heights and have a group slit wrist fest..and its all you're fault..
still look up poon then recite the definition at my funeral
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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. |
06-02-2006, 07:02 PM | #32 (permalink) | |
Atchin' Akai
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...Poon; 1)A female's genital organ (vagina) 2)A slang term for wimp, often used by teenage males who want to boost their masculinity 1)I fucked Kara last night. She's got a tight poon. 2)Alex: We probably shouldn't go rock climbing. It could be dangerous Nick: Dude, it's fine. Don't be such a poon! |
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06-02-2006, 07:03 PM | #33 (permalink) |
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^ or an oriental tree....but w/e, grammar on the internet is uncalled for, especially typing with two fingers on a 5 dollar walmart keyboard
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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. |
06-02-2006, 07:05 PM | #34 (permalink) | |
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06-02-2006, 07:07 PM | #35 (permalink) |
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^ sweet i am in someones sig..*goes and tells mom that i feel special*
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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. |
06-02-2006, 07:09 PM | #36 (permalink) | |
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06-02-2006, 07:12 PM | #37 (permalink) |
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^ .... anyways you know what would be horible? if i talked the way i typed
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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. |
06-02-2006, 07:14 PM | #39 (permalink) | |
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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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06-02-2006, 07:15 PM | #40 (permalink) | |
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