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08-15-2005, 10:34 AM | #2 (permalink) |
Sleazy Producer
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Um...
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08-15-2005, 02:39 PM | #5 (permalink) |
The Sexual Intellectual
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I`d be Colin Farrell & **** anything in a skirt.
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08-15-2005, 08:30 PM | #6 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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^ hahaaha holy **** i would be dave insurgent just so i could stop him from doin all that heroin
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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. |
08-16-2005, 11:17 AM | #8 (permalink) |
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Definatly not the courtney
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08-16-2005, 07:49 PM | #9 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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^ really we can most definatley leave out hairy ol' courtney death is like a an ice cream sundae compared to her
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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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