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05-09-2006, 03:17 PM | #371 (permalink) |
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This is a pretty spiffy thread, wonder why it got buried.
So I'm eating pizza, jokin' and tokin' with my boys, bulls**tin' on MB and yeah, that's it...
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05-09-2006, 03:29 PM | #372 (permalink) |
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ermm typing?
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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. |
05-09-2006, 03:51 PM | #375 (permalink) |
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That's phresh.
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05-09-2006, 04:29 PM | #376 (permalink) | |
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hahahah really?
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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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05-09-2006, 04:33 PM | #380 (permalink) | |
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ermm sorry to hear 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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