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we became a carcass!
Join Date: Apr 2006
Location: Yorkshire
Posts: 354
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I used to. I only like shopping on my own, and I only like certain shops so I'm really fussy.
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in love with the stumps, in love with the bleeding! in love with the pain that you now feel... |
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Whitewater!
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I sometimes fucken love shopping too, but rarely do I have the cash to blow.
And I particularly love cd shopping too. I hate shopping with other people, they're too slow when I want to go and too impatient when I'm tearing through stuff I like. I'm so demanding ![]()
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Right you lot, shut it. Strewth Fowler my son, all looks a bit pear-shaped round here or what. The govenor's talking, Saturday's game, very dodgy, very naughty, could go a little pear-shaped. If there's a rough things might be well iffy. These faces are a little bit hard, know what I mean, a little bit of oof, have some of that my son, bosh, sorted, ta ta, got me, so be clever. Good, now shut it!
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ashes against the grain
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What article of clothing, cause i was on a british site trying to find an overcoat and they were like 400 pounds
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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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