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06-17-2007, 09:54 PM | #2 (permalink) |
dontcareaboutyou
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dude
she has 3 spare pacifiers, woah
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06-18-2007, 05:46 PM | #4 (permalink) | |||
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06-18-2007, 05:53 PM | #5 (permalink) |
dontcareaboutyou
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"I'm going to dress my baby in all brand names and if I can't afford that's ok then I guess I'll just have to sell it"
Is she talking about the baby or herself? lol YouTube - My Baby Remix!
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06-18-2007, 10:19 PM | #7 (permalink) |
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Its weird because I heard "sell it" the first few times too, however she mildly pronounces a t before the e to form "stell" which I would guess is a gross mispronunciation of "steal" which would make sense.
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06-18-2007, 10:36 PM | #8 (permalink) |
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the blue
text box says she will sell ehr body to provide for ehr child
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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. |
06-18-2007, 11:47 PM | #10 (permalink) | |
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That is disgusting.
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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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