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01-26-2006, 08:08 AM | #2 (permalink) |
Music Addict
Join Date: Dec 2005
Location: ATL
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Sounds like a well balanced meal.
Poptarts
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01-26-2006, 09:41 AM | #3 (permalink) | |
Bright F*cking Red
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: San Diego
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this is going to the games forum.
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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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01-26-2006, 03:28 PM | #8 (permalink) |
[[la de da diddy da]]
Join Date: Nov 2005
Location: NY...duh.
Posts: 444
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what is this breakfast you speak of??
...haha I don't eat breakfast, I get up to early && it gives me a stomach ache if I eat too early...:[ Come to think of it...I don't eat lunch either. lol dinner only.
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01-26-2006, 04:00 PM | #9 (permalink) |
Kurt Cobain's disciple
Join Date: Jan 2006
Location: St-Hyacinthe, Quebec
Posts: 107
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Pizza and a Pepsi... don't forget to eat heathly !
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Like a swelling volition, from the barrel of a gun From the ashes and the embers, like a rocket I'll ascend Like a cry gone up for a fallen friend |
01-26-2006, 04:02 PM | #10 (permalink) | ||
Bright F*cking Red
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: San Diego
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i had some organic pop tar spin off this morning. and ice cold water.
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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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