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12-19-2005, 06:17 PM | #1 (permalink) | |
Back In Black
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: Inside Every Lyric Of Young Spunk
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A Play On Words?
This, Is The New PussycatDolls single......stickwitu
.....Asin if you ever meet the producer of this SHITE, bring a big stickwitu, and batter them senseless.
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12-19-2005, 06:27 PM | #3 (permalink) | |
Back In Black
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In Madonna's new song 'hung up' she says time goes slowly, But we all know it doesn't.......
I mean look at those thighs.... Look like they belong to a 80-year-old russian shot-putter.
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12-19-2005, 07:19 PM | #4 (permalink) |
Arienette
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Actually, in that.. erm.. jumpsuit, she resembles someone in the early stages of a meth addiction.
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ethan (is this death really you?) says: jes id fly oover there and slap you except moer like poke you cause, slapping hurts ethan (is this death really you?) says: but i wouldnt poke you gently! it would be a non-painful but still noticeable kind of a poke |
12-19-2005, 07:36 PM | #5 (permalink) | ||
Bright F*cking Red
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victory records said it wasnt "PG" enough....
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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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12-20-2005, 01:40 PM | #7 (permalink) | |
Bright F*cking Red
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no...stop making useless posts.
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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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