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#53 (permalink) |
Full-Time Hellion
Join Date: Nov 2004
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it's retarded that you started this thread asking for our (the Mb community) opinion and then bash all our ideas.
go see if Michael jackson's bored. I dunno. or if you're a girl see if R Kelly has to use the lavatory
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#55 (permalink) | |
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you could continue letting your life waste a way
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A pair of powerful spectacles has sometimes sufficed to cure a person in love. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche |
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#56 (permalink) |
destroy oh boy!
Join Date: Apr 2006
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play drums/an instrument
play sports/work out watch a movie/go to movie theater phone yr friends hang with yr friends drive around aimlessly fight listen to music go to a concert read write conduct social experiments smoke pot get a job eat a subway sandwich post on forums there, plenty things to do. The beauty is, you can even combine 2 or more of them together (!). Like, driving while listening to music. There is no excuse! |
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#59 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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driving well eating subway well smoking pot, well phoning a friend, and reading !!!! makes for extreme fun
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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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