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01-18-2007, 04:34 PM | #2033 (permalink) |
Slavic gay sauce
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Ahh, you learn summat new every day. And HA! You said penis! :giggles and is a little turned on: :-/
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01-18-2007, 06:56 PM | #2034 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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pullback version yah i like it that way,
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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. |
01-18-2007, 07:43 PM | #2036 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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its my moms room, thats the small little thing behind me, or w/e, but my rooms only 5 by 10
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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. |
01-18-2007, 08:58 PM | #2038 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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duh
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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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