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03-18-2007, 02:38 PM | #111 (permalink) | |
The Forums Sadistic Ghost
Join Date: Mar 2005
Location: beyond midnight, in the abyss of time, the syren in the night
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adidiasss, yeah i know, i tean to read the small words wrong, but remember to perfectly spell words like metamorphosis Logic the only burn scars i count are friction where they were like a really deep scrape from somthing not solid(rope, a rubber bike tire ect...) and burns where all the melatonin was burnt out of my skin(on my stomache) other then that i probably have a 101 scars from cat scratches(i have kittens.... nuf said) and from my own nails during color guard(marching band)where i jab the thumb nail into my wrist, cuts from broken glass and on the top of my head(under the hair) where i was mauled by my mum's dog as a 3 year old, and various one from scrapes and falling of my bike at 30 going down hill i was to much of a tomboy as a kid
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03-18-2007, 03:27 PM | #112 (permalink) | |
Imperfectly Perfect
Join Date: Jan 2007
Location: North Carolina
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03-18-2007, 03:29 PM | #113 (permalink) | |
Atchin' Akai
Join Date: May 2005
Location: Unamerica
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I find it hard to believe TUTG is any more than a self fabricated internet persona, because I find it even harder to believe why anyone on God's earth would admit to a growing catalogue of ever more ridiculous and incredulous stories such as the ones I have read by this member. ToolGuy, you are what is commonly known round our way as...A Gobshite! |
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03-18-2007, 09:18 PM | #119 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
Posts: 2,617
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i threw up irl well reading that
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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. |