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Seriously, though, I'd like to be able to become pregnant. I think it sucks that women get to have all the fun. |
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or flitting around fucking losers who will bail on you as soon as you show, leaving your sons without fathers to show them how to be men. thanks for the apple, eve. |
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HOLY FUCK My new Lucky Boy alarm clock just went off. Thanks to Mavis for the gift. There is no way in hell anyone could sleep through that clock. Lucky Boy: www.archiemcphee.com |
which is good, because intellegent people don't agree on all things. |
And if you're smart...you'll start agreeing with me before I feed the doll to my mulcher. |
but i'm not afraid of your hoodoo curses, princess. |
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have any of you people ever seen "Kissed"? I'm going to borrow that from the library next. I picked up "Dead Man Walking" tonight. I can't wait to compare more closely. I really really want to see "Kissed" though, and my two excitments are conflicting. I just realized how sad that sounds. |
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i met hot carl over the weekend. Its a famed story in my circle. a mannequin head, combined with foam sealant and some brown paints, make for an excellent hot carl to place on your mantle. |
does hot carl hang with brucifer? i've always had fucked up names for people sort of like seinfeld called that guy the soup nazi. some of mine: The Dentist-this crazy neighbor of mine who would yell and scream like an absolute maniac but if you saw him in the hall he would act totally normal. plus he was a dentist. John Cougar-this guy at a local bar who has a really bad mullet haircut and dances to the jukebox like john cougar mellencamp. Tits-neighborhood dog with udders that hang to the ground. I'll kill you-bartender at local bar who got drunk one time and told someone he'd kill them if he ever saw them there. used like: "where'd you go tonight?" "we went to the chattaway" "oh yeah, was i'll kill you working?" morroco-this guy who always wears one of those moroccon style shirts. they go on and on. |
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Biro, I could handle it. My girlfriend is the one in the relationship who can't stand the sight of blood/vomit/name your bodily fluid, so not everybody fits the mold. And, I got two words for the orifice: C Section. And I already weigh 270lb. What's an extra 8? Piffle. All the other stuff I can handle. It comes with the territory... |
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