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08-02-2006, 09:14 PM | #1 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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Guys... serious
Im groeing a msutache
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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. |
08-02-2006, 09:16 PM | #2 (permalink) |
The Sexual Intellectual
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No your not
What your growing is the pathetic excuse for a tashe teenagers grow known in the trade as 'Bumfluff'. Anyone over the age of 16 finds bumfluff really really funny. It also won`t get you chicks , they`re not impressed either. If you want to grow one try again when you`re 21.
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08-02-2006, 09:17 PM | #3 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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Your bumfluff and im almost 17, god.....
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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. |
08-02-2006, 09:18 PM | #5 (permalink) |
The Sexual Intellectual
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^ see , listen to the chick
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08-02-2006, 09:19 PM | #6 (permalink) |
Arienette
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I agree.
The only thing boys under the age of like, 25 can pull off is a scruffy little indie beard. &Even that looks kind of lame sometimes. Only a select few can pull it off.
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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 |
08-02-2006, 09:21 PM | #9 (permalink) | |
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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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08-02-2006, 09:21 PM | #10 (permalink) | |
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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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