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View Poll Results: Hey. Did you just grab my ass? | |||
Yes... | 30 | 34.48% | |
From where I'm standing that is a physical impossibility | 26 | 29.89% | |
Sh...Should I? | 31 | 35.63% | |
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09-09-2006, 08:47 PM | #2313 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
Posts: 2,617
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bitching because i forgot lubrication when i went to teh farm
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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. |
09-09-2006, 09:05 PM | #2318 (permalink) |
isfckingdead
Join Date: Nov 2004
Posts: 18,967
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hahahaha
spamalicious is such a great word. uh..the sad thing is, thats probaly the best post out of this whole thread. Oh my bitch is, um all boys...are lame...but I like having sex with them..even though I hate them... |
09-09-2006, 09:11 PM | #2319 (permalink) | |
dontcareaboutyou
Join Date: Apr 2006
Location: North Carolina
Posts: 5,188
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I don't think the attachment shows up when you quote. But with our new upgrades you can click the arrow and view the post I want to make a "I'm generally satisfied with my life thread" just to make myself laugh but knowing this place it'll get filled with whines and moans. |
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09-09-2006, 09:23 PM | #2320 (permalink) | ||
Bright F*cking Red
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: San Diego
Posts: 2,222
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NOT. Spending. Every. Moment. Of. Your. Time. On. MUSIC. BANTER. Bitching.
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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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