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07-28-2007, 11:08 PM | #161 (permalink) |
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we make fun of the ***s and emos because they ask for it. If they can't take the heat, then the ***s need to stop mounting each other to a Cher cd being played, and the emos need to wash that black makeup crap off their face, get a job they like and stop acting like the world is against them/everything is dark and abysmal. OH, and they need to stop doing that ***gy hair-do that covers half their face! That's a driving hazard, goddammit!
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07-28-2007, 11:12 PM | #162 (permalink) |
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not every emo wear all black makeup i wear purple,blue,green,teal,red,crimson,burgendy,and berry colored eyeliner and the hair over our face isn't that bad i can see just fine (well it depends on how you put ur hair though i out mine so i can see out of the corner of my eye....
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07-29-2007, 01:02 AM | #164 (permalink) | |
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07-29-2007, 12:18 PM | #166 (permalink) | |
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Hold on a sec', have you ever asked yourself why you're 'emo'?
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07-29-2007, 06:25 PM | #170 (permalink) | |
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No, the word is ***s, not homosexuals.
Just like the word isn't "Post-traumatic Stress Disorder," it is Shell Shock! Euphemisms are for the weak. Quote:
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