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12-16-2005, 12:57 AM | #21 (permalink) | |
Bright F*cking Red
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: San Diego
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what do i hate. pretty much all of the musicbanter regulars. as im sure they hate me. ignorance (even though im guilty of it. everyone is in some way)
and i hate dudes that think theyre cool when they wear the hot pink shirts that say "tough guys wear pink" fuck that.....anyone can wear pink. wearing that just makes it obvious that youre a total puss.
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12-16-2005, 01:21 AM | #22 (permalink) | ||
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12-16-2005, 01:40 AM | #23 (permalink) |
sammichestime
Join Date: Nov 2005
Location: Canada
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nothing says fun like rage.the list could go on and on... but thatd be just pointless wouldnt it i hate alt-rock bands (ie creed), fashioncore kids and mall goths. i mean really, how lame is it to hang out at the mall all day. what happened to goths being anti-conformity? nascar and nascar fans, and the ever increasing need to be PC in this country... not that i am against progress but for christs sake. i can't have a smoke within 100 metres of a commercial or public building... someone might get a whiff and catch the black lung i guess.
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12-16-2005, 01:45 AM | #28 (permalink) | |
Shadow on the wall
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12-16-2005, 01:45 AM | #29 (permalink) | ||
Bright F*cking Red
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^dont have one
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How'd I end up here to begin with? I don't know. Why do I start what I can't finish? Oh please, don't barrage me with questions to all those ugly answers. My ego's like my stomach- it keeps shitting what I feed it. But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore.. maybe I can wait in bed 'til she comes home. and whispers.... Quote:
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