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09-15-2006, 09:48 PM | #791 (permalink) |
dontcareaboutyou
Join Date: Apr 2006
Location: North Carolina
Posts: 5,188
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Um this is gonna sound a little dumb but what's my post count on your computer? I only ask because on my computer I was close to 2k and I noticed because I decided I was gonna make a special thread. I'm on my bros lap top and it's like 1760ish so if that's what it really is what the hell got deleted, mods?
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09-15-2006, 10:00 PM | #794 (permalink) | |
Bright F*cking Red
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: San Diego
Posts: 2,222
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wow....I must have posted a lot in that thread.....cause my postcount went down by like....200
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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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09-15-2006, 10:03 PM | #796 (permalink) |
dontcareaboutyou
Join Date: Apr 2006
Location: North Carolina
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I thought it was funny that seb's was cut in half. I posted in a lot when I first got here but lately I've really hated it.
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09-15-2006, 10:06 PM | #798 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
Posts: 2,617
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i posted in there when iwas e bored so w/e
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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. |