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06-03-2005, 01:11 AM | #3 (permalink) | ||
Bright F*cking Red
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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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06-03-2005, 01:14 AM | #4 (permalink) |
The Sexual Intellectual
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He`s mowing my lawn
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06-03-2005, 01:23 AM | #6 (permalink) |
The Sexual Intellectual
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No he lent that to Haddaway last week but he`s not given it back yet
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06-03-2005, 01:56 AM | #8 (permalink) | ||
Bright F*cking Red
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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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06-03-2005, 02:04 AM | #10 (permalink) | |
Bright F*cking Red
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well seeing as its all ivy rather than grass, and he apparently has nothing else to do, YES, i would like that
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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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