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09-11-2006, 10:31 PM | #3222 (permalink) | |
Inexplicably Back
Join Date: Aug 2005
Location: New Zealand
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09-11-2006, 11:11 PM | #3225 (permalink) |
Five Feet of Fury
Join Date: Aug 2004
Location: suburbanite
Posts: 761
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8 hours of learning to shampoo blech
same thing tomorrow and then right after i have an hour to change in the car, grab some food and get my ass over to work and stand at a cash register until 10:30. god what ****. |
09-12-2006, 07:48 AM | #3227 (permalink) |
Raptor
Join Date: Mar 2006
Location: Metro Detroit, MI
Posts: 1,321
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^I'm sorry. Thats harsh.
Today I'm going to get rosies(small feeder fish) to feed my death cichlid. Then I'm going over to my friend John's to watch a movie. Then I'm working at 2:30. Sucky day.
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So here's to living life miserable.
And here's to all the lonely stories that I've told. Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow. Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle. |
09-12-2006, 09:37 PM | #3229 (permalink) | |
butt say x
Join Date: Nov 2005
Location: so i read the question as "Where YOU live" which was kinda funny instead of "Where you live"
Posts: 1,649
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that's my first name
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Can I have a youtube video for a sig? There's a thing that says "Wrap [YOUTUBE] tags around selected text" |
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09-12-2006, 09:39 PM | #3230 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
Posts: 2,617
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levi? wtf
harley? you are a confusing individual
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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. |