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#1051 (permalink) |
Dr. Prunk
Join Date: Jun 2005
Location: Where the buffalo roam.
Posts: 12,137
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I see a resemblence to her too.
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Dr. Prunk
Join Date: Jun 2005
Location: Where the buffalo roam.
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People on DDD always call me a fatass, I'm not even that fat, that's just the perception they get when seeing my pictures. ![]() |
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killedmyraindog
Join Date: Aug 2004
Location: Boston, Massachusetts
Posts: 11,172
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Now never take a picture like that again or ill put you on Tdoc's flamming scooter of death.
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#1055 (permalink) | |
Music Addict
Join Date: Feb 2004
Location: DC
Posts: 3,320
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defensive much? Bruise, you look Jewish cause you have a Jewish nose. not a bad thing, just very Jewish. and SEB, do you try to look like a streetwalker?
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#1058 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
Posts: 2,617
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no no it doesnt
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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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#1060 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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he's not funny
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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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