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05-13-2007, 11:42 AM | #2691 (permalink) |
Slavic gay sauce
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Anyone ever tell you you look a bit like Cedric Bixler Zavala?
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05-13-2007, 01:30 PM | #2694 (permalink) |
Slavic gay sauce
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Boodiful as always....you remind me of some actress but I don't know which one....I'm sure I told you this before....
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05-13-2007, 08:42 PM | #2696 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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my non-*** friend and I
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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. |
05-13-2007, 09:59 PM | #2699 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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snickers i really like your eye's shape
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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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