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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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02-27-2007, 08:32 PM | #3042 (permalink) |
Imperfectly Perfect
Join Date: Jan 2007
Location: North Carolina
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Mother****er. Guys don't make sense. 2 of my friends got broken up with today. And one of the guys had the audacity to cheat on his gf, and after being forgiven, he decided that the the girl he cheated with was hotter, so he broke up with her telling her point-blank that he was going to cheat on her again anyhow, so they might as well break up.
Why give up someone who is hot(she has that rep in my grade at least), for a little bit hotter girls. Some guy, explain that to me, please. Because I sure as hell don't get the logic in it.
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02-27-2007, 08:46 PM | #3044 (permalink) | |
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Join Date: Feb 2007
Location: Joplin, MO
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02-27-2007, 09:37 PM | #3045 (permalink) |
snickers
Join Date: Mar 2005
Location: detroit
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Screw nerds.
I'm not like that, and I'm also not a nerd. Girls just pick the wrong guys, a lot of those girls are to blame for their unhappiness. Besides, too many teenagers who bitch about this topic think with their genitals, not their minds, that's why they end up getting hurt.
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02-27-2007, 10:44 PM | #3047 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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^everything
anyways im nervous about prom lol. I thought the hard part was over.
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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. |
02-27-2007, 11:08 PM | #3049 (permalink) | |
Freeskier
Join Date: Jan 2004
Location: Istanbul was Constantinople now it's Istanbul not Constantinople...
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oh, and wrap it up!
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02-27-2007, 11:11 PM | #3050 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
Posts: 2,617
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*gasp*
yeh, but, its dancing and that = nervousness. but ski team 4 lyfe lol yeh im taking someone from the ski team if you didnt read teh pages back
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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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