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07-26-2006, 03:56 PM | #1551 (permalink) |
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^ Its 120 here (yay you used the real way of measuring the temp )
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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. |
07-26-2006, 04:00 PM | #1553 (permalink) |
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Fine don't, but it is.
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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. |
07-26-2006, 04:03 PM | #1555 (permalink) |
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Littleton, don't stalk me... the temperture machine at the bank was all like, it's 120 degrees out, So i went into the msuic store, where it was nice and cool.
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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. |
07-26-2006, 04:04 PM | #1556 (permalink) |
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You must be wearing a sweater, long johns, a tobogan, and sweat pants bro.
The high is 84 http://weather.yahoo.com/forecast/USNH0128.html Crazy yanks |
07-26-2006, 04:05 PM | #1557 (permalink) |
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^ Lol, im glad the temperature machine was wrong. It msut be mad hot in Georgia though.
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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. |
07-26-2006, 04:12 PM | #1559 (permalink) |
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^ thanks, now I can stalk Levi.
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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. |
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