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10-04-2008, 10:28 PM | #17 (permalink) | |
ashes against the grain
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im 36 waist 36 length its hard but not that hard my legs are really long and muscular due to biking and skiing, but my waist is smaller than my legs which ****s up pants to no end
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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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10-04-2008, 10:31 PM | #18 (permalink) |
Registered Jimmy Rustler
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Same. But i dont think that its boring. Not short. But not overwhelmingly tall.
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10-04-2008, 10:37 PM | #19 (permalink) |
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Yeah, I had/have a friend like that. I'm not sure his exact height because I haven't seen him in a while, but he's around six feet. Still, you're fucking huge.
My friends' heights range from 5"4 to 5"10, and I'm among the shorter ones.
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10-04-2008, 10:48 PM | #20 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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i was 6 2 in 9th grade.....
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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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