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that would probably be really cute if it wasn't upside down
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Yeah, and it's hard to appreciate a good haircut when they've got their shirt on. Distracts from the hair.
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Yeah she took the pic not me.
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i turned my head upside down and looked
she is very cute and you are possibly some kind of masterful haircutter depending on how different it actually is from before you cut it |
THis is her a day before:
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oh my she is so pretty. stunning.
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Haha thanks : ) Yeah she was really happy with it. I was skeptical when she said she wanted a pixie but I think its pretty cute on her.
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Downloading Manos The Hands of Fate from archive.org and waiting on the finale of True Blood to be torrented.
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uh why is she so hot?
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reading completely incoherent posts i made a long time ago and laughing
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smoke after midnight
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fapping to alan's gf.
ps-jk... at a friend's house. so i'm not alone yet |
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oh yes. I love cool weather. |
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yr girlfriend gets annoyed when you call her hot? :confused: |
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very cute girl, you lucky dog. i hear from a friend that shaving his lady's legs is a fun thing do to. i am lucky i don't have to deal with stubble & stuff but what i'm saying is that for those with a calling there are adventures beyond the ultraworld on that note, i hope that someone shaves diesel's feet. |
i wish someone would shave my legs for me :mad:
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Haha and thanks for all the kind words. : ) |
Yes your girlfriend is pretty. I really love her eyes.
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wax |
Why stop there ! I'm going to get someone to wipe my ass, too.
It's be kind of annoying. I never shave anyway. Hair only really grows on a small area of my front lower shins. |
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I prefer pussy whipped, bikini kill album. Now enough. Joke end. ¬ ¬ ![]() |
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pretty sure u have my number. offer ends soon. |
I've got dibs on pussy waxing.
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smoking (nicotine cigars) and listening sy
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Secured tickets to pixies five mins ago. Brisbane and Sydney. Thank-you.
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lucky boy :( |
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Hey! Like yr sig! |
you are
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What if she was ?
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pinky swear.
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You did !
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that is from the zodiac killer
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I am the zodiac, bitch. I knew that, but it took me probably eight fucking hours to type the following.
Some people say that they dissected his mails wrong, because there's still a bunch of stray words/letters. The leftover letters are like poor kids at the end of the alphabet when all the classes are full. Oh, hey, Lil Jonny Zebroff. Go learn at a snails pace, and be stuck in the same room as your arch nemesis. [expansion of thought derailed : circuits closing] Beware the very slow old guy coming at you while you lay around on a blanket blaring supertramp. I'm only warning you once. |
there are two viable explanations.
either the cops are even dumber than i thought or there is no zodiac killer. |
The killer must have morphed identities. Perhaps he is Jeff Goldblum.
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am deeply hurt by your calling me a wemon [sic] hater! I am not. But I am a monster. I am the "Son of Sam." I am a little brat. When father Sam gets drunk he gets mean. He beats his family. Sometimes he ties me up to the back of the house. Other times he locks me in the garage. Sam loves to drink blood. "Go out and kill," commands father Sam. Behind our house some rest. Mostly young — raped and slaughtered — their blood drained — just bones now. Papa Sam keeps me locked in the attic too. I can't get out but I look out the attic window and watch the world go by. I feel like an outsider. I am on a different wavelength then [sic] everybody else — programmed too [sic] kill. However, to stop me you must kill me. Attention all police: Shoot me first — shoot to kill or else keep out of my way or you will die! Papa Sam is old now. He needs some blood to preserve his youth. He has had too many heart attacks. "Ugh, me hoot, it hurts, sonny boy." I miss my pretty princess most of all. She's resting in our ladies house. But I'll see her soon. I am the "Monster" — "Beelzebub" — the chubby behemouth. I love to hunt. Prowling the streets looking for fair game — tasty meat. The wemon of Queens are prettyist of all. It must be the water they drink. I live for the hunt — my life. Blood for papa. Mr. Borrelli, sir, I don't want to kill anymore. No sur, no more but I must, 'honor thy father.' I want to make love to the world. I love people. I don't belong on earth. Return me to yahoos. To the people of Queens, I love you. And I want to wish all of you a happy Easter. May God bless you in this life and in the next. And for now I say goodbye and goodnight. Police: Let me haunt you with these words: I'll be back! I'll be back! To be interpreted as — bang bang bang, bank, bang — ugh!! Yours in murder, Mr. Monster
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