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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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12-05-2006, 12:00 AM | #2785 (permalink) | |
Freeskier
Join Date: Jan 2004
Location: Istanbul was Constantinople now it's Istanbul not Constantinople...
Posts: 1,536
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ok i'm ognna go kill myself because i know the lyrics to that song
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What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do -- especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road. William Least Heat Moon, Blue Highways Your toughest competitor lives in your head. Some days his name is fear, or pain, or gravity. Stomp his ass. HOOKED ON THE WHITE POWDER |
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12-05-2006, 12:54 PM | #2787 (permalink) | |
The Sexual Intellectual
Join Date: Dec 2004
Location: Somewhere cooler than you
Posts: 18,605
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And why was all this bitching going on hours after his account was disabled? Can none of you read?
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Urb's RYM Stuff Most people sell their soul to the devil, but the devil sells his soul to Nick Cave. |
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12-05-2006, 04:19 PM | #2789 (permalink) |
enchanted.
Join Date: Dec 2004
Location: cornwailles, angleterre.
Posts: 2,537
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****tingpissing****ing****ingbloodytwattingCRAP.
no one EVER go to bastard****witting college. its a waste of time & energy. & kills any possibly motivation or hopes or dreams or life that you have left in you. ****.
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12-05-2006, 04:30 PM | #2790 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
Posts: 2,617
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thats what the education sytems for
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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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