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« on: September 02, 2007, 09:30:08 am » |
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neoeno
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« Reply #1 on: September 02, 2007, 10:20:49 am » |
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...which Steven?
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'Duh, words are sexual.' -- Ironypills REMOVE GRACEFIELD FROM THAT LIST OR I WILL ISSUE SOME ULTIMATE SMACKDOWN. I think I'd have to take hormones to make sure I produced a lot. 9 months is a long time to wait for just one baby. Who will be impregnating me?
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TheMilkman
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« Reply #2 on: September 02, 2007, 10:26:08 am » |
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You.
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« Reply #3 on: September 02, 2007, 02:24:36 pm » |
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TheMilkman
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« Reply #4 on: September 02, 2007, 02:25:30 pm » |
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« Reply #5 on: September 02, 2007, 02:44:03 pm » |
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“That's it. I'm just following my nose and waiting to see what comes up.”
“Welcome to the club.”
“Club? What club is that?”
“The International Brotherhood of Lost Dogs. What else? We're letting you in as a certified, card-carrying member. Serial number zero zero zero zero.”
“I thought that was your number.”
“It is. But it's your number too. That's one of the beauties of the Brotherhood. Everyone who joins gets the same number.”
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TheMilkman
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« Reply #6 on: September 02, 2007, 02:45:41 pm » |
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Kluny
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« Reply #7 on: September 02, 2007, 07:07:52 pm » |
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A young brother scorn. Smiler, I think you've just been prophecied. Be careful..
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Shag 'em all and damn the accusations. ~Golden_Orchids
I'd rape Zac Efron...but only for the pleasure of seeing him cry. ~neoeno
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« Reply #8 on: September 14, 2007, 06:49:21 pm » |
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« Reply #9 on: September 15, 2007, 08:55:10 am » |
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MikeEC216
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« Reply #10 on: October 01, 2007, 03:16:21 pm » |
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Speaking of swans and love making. Yeats had a poem about that! http://www.online-literature.com/yeats/865/ |
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While the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who listen, the enunciation of truth. -V
<burning_sands> my eye makes funny noises when i poke it
<burning_sands> it makes me giggle
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« Reply #11 on: October 01, 2007, 03:38:31 pm » |
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"Willows are like the Emo's of the tree world! unhappy trees  " <-- GoldenOrchids "What time is it?"
"Vagina time."
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« Reply #12 on: October 01, 2007, 04:33:32 pm » |
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Speaking of swans and love making. Yeats had a poem about that!
http://www.online-literature.com/yeats/865/
I refuse to click that link because I know what poem it will be. It makes me hate the word "engendered". |
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"Whatever you end up doing, love it." --Cinema Paradiso
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Kluny
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« Reply #13 on: October 01, 2007, 07:21:31 pm » |
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Okay, swans are pretty, but not so pretty that it's a good idea to have sex with them. I just lost a little bit of respect fo Yeats- and he's one of my favorites.
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Shag 'em all and damn the accusations. ~Golden_Orchids
I'd rape Zac Efron...but only for the pleasure of seeing him cry. ~neoeno
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MikeEC216
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« Reply #14 on: October 01, 2007, 08:38:48 pm » |
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Worst poem ever.
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While the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who listen, the enunciation of truth. -V
<burning_sands> my eye makes funny noises when i poke it
<burning_sands> it makes me giggle
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