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06-09-2006, 02:04 PM | #11 (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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2nd date man (if you happen to have boobs and a vagina put wo in front of man so I'm not insulting your sexuality) 2nd date
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Can I have a youtube video for a sig? There's a thing that says "Wrap [YOUTUBE] tags around selected text" |
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06-09-2006, 02:08 PM | #12 (permalink) |
F**K Bunnies !!
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nah dude.......im a he-rabbit
but....rabbits need kisses too!
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Bono on stage in Glasgow: "Every time ... I clap my hands ... a child in Africa ... starves to death ..." Glaswegian: "Stop ****in' doing it, then!" "I imagine a good goth date would be a meal of pork chops roasted in the blood and fesis of the animal." - The Dave |
06-09-2006, 02:14 PM | #13 (permalink) | |
The Wetter The Better!!
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Location: SH1TTY London Ontario Canada
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06-09-2006, 02:17 PM | #14 (permalink) | |
Here's lookin at you, kid
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Location: The White Hotel
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06-09-2006, 02:23 PM | #15 (permalink) |
F**K Bunnies !!
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shouldnt have abbreviated, looks weird
i meant just ****en kidding
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Bono on stage in Glasgow: "Every time ... I clap my hands ... a child in Africa ... starves to death ..." Glaswegian: "Stop ****in' doing it, then!" "I imagine a good goth date would be a meal of pork chops roasted in the blood and fesis of the animal." - The Dave |
06-09-2006, 03:12 PM | #19 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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^^^^^ hey hey murder junkie loving you is liek fecking the dead.. anyways im gonna go rape gg allins dead body... cause it might intrest you MJ that hes buried in ym town..beat your meat eith that
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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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