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01-03-2006, 08:48 AM | #42 (permalink) | |
The Erroneous Hoodlum
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Location: West Side Phoenix
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01-03-2006, 08:51 AM | #43 (permalink) | |
The Wetter The Better!!
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Location: SH1TTY London Ontario Canada
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01-03-2006, 09:06 AM | #44 (permalink) | |
[[la de da diddy da]]
Join Date: Nov 2005
Location: NY...duh.
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I cleared out my PM box...I promise. lol |
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01-03-2006, 09:08 AM | #45 (permalink) | |
Hyperkinetic Rabbitything
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Location: In the Noodle Mines
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01-03-2006, 09:15 AM | #47 (permalink) | |
The Wetter The Better!!
Join Date: Aug 2005
Location: SH1TTY London Ontario Canada
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Thanks, I got it. My King Diamond one is on my work computer, oh well Screeching Weasel is a close second.Thanks Again |
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01-03-2006, 06:53 PM | #49 (permalink) | |
Freeskier
Join Date: Jan 2004
Location: Istanbul was Constantinople now it's Istanbul not Constantinople...
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What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do -- especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road. William Least Heat Moon, Blue Highways Your toughest competitor lives in your head. Some days his name is fear, or pain, or gravity. Stomp his ass. HOOKED ON THE WHITE POWDER |
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01-03-2006, 06:53 PM | #50 (permalink) | ||
Bright F*cking Red
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: San Diego
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ahh. you took my quote out of your sig....nooo.. haha, im lame. and murder junkie..i see you finally got my PM eh?
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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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