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07-07-2005, 09:25 AM
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your house is looking mighty fine phish
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07-07-2005, 10:31 AM
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Bottom-Feeder
Join Date: Jun 2005
Location: The American Dreamscape
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quoi?????
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07-07-2005, 03:00 PM
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raaaaaaa
Join Date: Apr 2005
Location: Bedford
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omg, just realised, they're back! *dances* yaaay.
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07-07-2005, 03:19 PM
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onnee loooveee
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Location: Leominster, Massachuetts
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citizen cope She drink a beer with a proper shot She got knocked up in a pickup truck But she got engaged when she was nineteen To this dude who was acting insane Has a .45 that he always cleaned Said one day one day one too many days Now she ducked and she ran away Never to be heard from, never to be seen I check the cover of a magazine I'm just wondering how, just wondering how |
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07-07-2005, 05:10 PM
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Smells like piss
Join Date: May 2005
Location: Snowy, cold, miserable Pennsylvania
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no-one. seriously.
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07-07-2005, 05:52 PM
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07-07-2005, 07:32 PM
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tension and release.
Join Date: Jun 2005
Location: Oakland
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Greg Made A Post!
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08-17-2005, 05:07 PM
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ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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^ whats so special abou that?
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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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