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02-23-2006, 11:53 PM | #21 (permalink) |
Kurt Cobain's disciple
Join Date: Jan 2006
Location: St-Hyacinthe, Quebec
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Is he able write with his penis now ?!?
Fuking serb!
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02-24-2006, 01:54 AM | #22 (permalink) |
Whitewater!
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Location: New Zealand
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^ It's a pencis, man, a pencis.
It's about time the serbs added something to the sex industry. Disclaimer: I swear to god I know nothing about the serbian industries.
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02-24-2006, 02:25 AM | #23 (permalink) |
Freeskier
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Location: Istanbul was Constantinople now it's Istanbul not Constantinople...
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I'm surprised no one has given the guy props yet. I mean, I can only imagine how painful that would be, that guy must have been one tough motha f*cka to tough out that kind of pain long enough to get the job done....and then leave it in there....
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02-24-2006, 03:31 AM | #24 (permalink) |
Kurt Cobain's disciple
Join Date: Jan 2006
Location: St-Hyacinthe, Quebec
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^I feel a pain just to know that a guy... a serb lol... did that. There are more crazy people that we think!
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