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From where I'm standing that is a physical impossibility | 26 | 29.89% | |
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08-05-2006, 03:23 PM | #1744 (permalink) |
Dat's Der Bunny!
Join Date: Jul 2006
Location: Ireland
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Ugh. Stick to the original. I can't stant Vanilla Coke, and Diet's even worse.
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08-05-2006, 04:13 PM | #1745 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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diet coke is the equivelent of drinking chemicals yay.
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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. |
08-05-2006, 04:49 PM | #1748 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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well thats what you get from drinking diet coke...
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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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