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06-15-2005, 05:06 PM | #1 (permalink) |
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I truly hate you all
A while ago in an unknown land, a muscular girl named Buffy was walking along, minding her own business. Buffy looked and dressed like President Bush. Suddenly, she saw Bevis, who was ugly and looked a little like Adolf Hitler. Bevis proceeded to take a huge boy's shoes. The boy's name was Stinky.
"Stop, you disgusting person!" Buffy yelled out. But Bevis started to run away. Buffy chased Bevis for miles. Bevis could run fast and seemed to be getting away. But then in a final great effort, Buffy caught a taxi cab and surprisingly caught the scoundrel! Stinky was so happy, that he made a sandwich. Thus ends a good story. |
06-15-2005, 11:29 PM | #5 (permalink) |
Something That You're Not
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Both the picture and the original post make about as much sense as each other. Bravo!!
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06-16-2005, 12:56 AM | #7 (permalink) | |
Bright F*cking Red
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wow......this is the best thread ive read all day. i think thats a bad thing.
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06-16-2005, 01:42 AM | #9 (permalink) | |
Bright F*cking Red
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yes...thats probably true.
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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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