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Originally Posted by Vanilla
I went out Friday night with some friends, got drunk, went pubbing then back to a hotel...for sex.
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corrected.
well...this weekend..i did nothing. except for...my band found a new drummer, who is possibly the BEST 14 year old drummer in california. he's crazy. so im psyched about that. and my band is pretty much back together. we just need a bass player, and i have a few in mind. today we just chilled at my friends house for the superbowl...then practiced, and now im home, doing homework....bleh.
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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....
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Originally Posted by Shooting Star
Remember kids: It's only real metal if the vocalist sounds like he's vomiting up a fetus. \m/
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