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#3 (permalink) |
Slavic gay sauce
Join Date: Apr 2005
Location: Abu Dhabi
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6717 songs
24.47gb which essentially means that , since SD is a girl, metaphorically, i have the biggest e-music-cock of the aforementioned group....*smug*
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I love Puck
Join Date: Sep 2005
Location: British Columbia
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Its funny because you have almost 3000 songs more than me, and only about 4 gigs...someone has short songs.
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ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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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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Join Date: Oct 2005
Location: Hot-lanta
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So you haveing 40 gigs doesn't mean a whole lot. |
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ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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and thats only on songs i rip to my computer which of course is only a quater of my cd colelction ebcause i didnt know i coul do that up until a month ago. the rest is a 128 - 193kbs i also have 5900 something songs.. so yeah
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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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