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From where I'm standing that is a physical impossibility | 26 | 29.89% | |
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02-28-2007, 08:56 PM | #3081 (permalink) |
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not in this way, I thought people would accept my vague reference, and focus on the main point that I can't judge relationships.
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02-28-2007, 09:04 PM | #3082 (permalink) | |
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02-28-2007, 09:09 PM | #3083 (permalink) |
Imperfectly Perfect
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are you trying to say their aren't girls in Raleigh.
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02-28-2007, 09:27 PM | #3085 (permalink) |
Imperfectly Perfect
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Congratulations. Of course their are girls in Raleigh.
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03-01-2007, 08:43 PM | #3089 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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drink warm salt water *gargle i mean*
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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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