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05-09-2006, 07:11 AM
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They call me Tundra Boy
Join Date: Sep 2005
Location: In your linen cupboard.
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^Is that fat, hairy black hermaphodite.
I listen to 'Tiny Dancer' while watching you do your thing, it somehow seems suited to you.
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05-09-2006, 07:56 AM
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Uhh-I am Octiposter-huhuh
Join Date: Apr 2006
Location: South Florida
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^Wishes he was that fat black him-half-a-dike.
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Be not ashamed of mistakes and thus make them crimes.-Confucius Talking much about oneself can also be a means to conceal oneself.-Friedrich Nietzsche Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; men love in haste but they detest at leisure.-Lord Byron Popularity's bad for you. I avoid it like the plague.-Brian Mulrooney |
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05-09-2006, 09:05 AM
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ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
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^ is ted kennedy
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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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05-09-2006, 09:36 AM
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They call me Tundra Boy
Join Date: Sep 2005
Location: In your linen cupboard.
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^Is Nigel Kennedy
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05-09-2006, 09:48 AM
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ashes against the grain
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^ is fidel castros love slave
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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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05-09-2006, 09:50 AM
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Uhh-I am Octiposter-huhuh
Join Date: Apr 2006
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^In love with Fidel Castro
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Be not ashamed of mistakes and thus make them crimes.-Confucius Talking much about oneself can also be a means to conceal oneself.-Friedrich Nietzsche Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; men love in haste but they detest at leisure.-Lord Byron Popularity's bad for you. I avoid it like the plague.-Brian Mulrooney |
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05-09-2006, 09:51 AM
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ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
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^ is me
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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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05-09-2006, 09:52 AM
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They call me Tundra Boy
Join Date: Sep 2005
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^Is himself.
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05-09-2006, 09:54 AM
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Uhh-I am Octiposter-huhuh
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Ouch. ^Is a camel ridin' a**hole.
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Be not ashamed of mistakes and thus make them crimes.-Confucius Talking much about oneself can also be a means to conceal oneself.-Friedrich Nietzsche Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; men love in haste but they detest at leisure.-Lord Byron Popularity's bad for you. I avoid it like the plague.-Brian Mulrooney |
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05-09-2006, 03:29 PM
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ashes against the grain
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^ is the camel
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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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