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01-30-2007, 03:03 PM | #71 (permalink) |
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Of course. He's got mad drum skills in some band named after and Australian chef, I forget.
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01-30-2007, 09:09 PM | #72 (permalink) |
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i don't think Neil Perry was named after an australian chef, i think they got their name from the character in Dead Poets Society who killed himself with his father's revolver.
by the end of the movie, at this finishing school, they said something like, "let us mourn for the loss of mr. neil perry" |
01-30-2007, 09:11 PM | #73 (permalink) | |
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You spit on holy ground! Thomas Erak is a genius.
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01-30-2007, 09:12 PM | #74 (permalink) |
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that movie was a bout cheating faygots, and that gou who i thought was robin williams.
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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. |
01-30-2007, 09:47 PM | #77 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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tfot pwns ur face
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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. |
01-30-2007, 11:18 PM | #78 (permalink) | |
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That's why. He's also got a great scream, and listens to CTTS. What more dude, what more?
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