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im off to bed. its been swell talking to you all. hopefully you all will put your love for thurston aside and see the truth.
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Broken flower pots,
Singing eyes, Yellow fever unleashed, Golden thorns, The grand finale. |
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oi lovr tash s o much, she s my trie love,so wasted
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Gee, pretty drunk last night i see hah
very drunk and forums dont really mix well. |
You're gonna want that cowbell.
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cowbell?
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You're gonna want that cowbell.
Dig into past episodes of SNL especially ones with Christopher Walken as host and you shall decode the message. |
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whats she up to these days
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That vanilla icecream I've been having at the Milky Lane for decades, will never taste the same again.
Thanks for the info. :) |
Dashing through the snow
In a one horse open sleigh O'er the fields we go Laughing all the way Bells on bob tails ring Making spirits bright What fun it is to laugh and sing A sleighing song tonight Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one horse open sleigh Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one horse open sleigh A day or two ago I thought I'd take a ride And soon Miss Fanny Bright Was seated by my side The horse was lean and lank Misfortune seemed his lot We got into a drifted bank And then we got upsot Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one horse open sleigh Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one horse open sleigh yeah Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one horse open sleigh Jingle bells, jingle bells Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one horse open sleigh |
its way lots late, and im bored im gonna hit the hay, ignite
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hit the hay?
do you live in a farm? thats cool! |
On This Day, 11 December...Alan Bailey's Christmas cards to his three children in Great Budworth, Cheshire, arrived in 1982. He had posted them in Warrington on 27 November 1974. They had taken eight years to travel 12 miles. Perhaps the slowest Christmas card ever arrived at the house of Elsa Johansson near Jonaker in Sweden, 82 years after it was posted on 23 December 1903.
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No Static-harmony died a horrible accident whil swallowing many cocks, and taking in double penetration. He passed out and was rushed to the hospital. Where electroshock therapy was induced upon him to cure his homosexuality. After living in mental houses for several years he finally decided to pull off a Kurt Cobain.
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monster cocks? or normal chicken cocks, that wouldnt be good, did you gain weight? |
damn it my pasta tasted like fridge!
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I once posted in this thread about Thurston saying that he once saw a nazi dog kill himself.
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HAHA. I hate that. |
The sweetness of our dreams
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Its fucking gross, i ate some and was like yuckk, then ate more hoping it would go away, but no, it just stays tasting like fridge. someone left the lid off and on the bottom of the shelves
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Is the trip from Acid remarkbly differernt from the trip of shrooms?
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grossss
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its probably very tasty.
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ahahaha shitty
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fuuuuuuck someone discuss something its so boring atm
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noooooo im fucking bored. watching Weeds, makes me wanna shmoke some.
I think i may tonight. |
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If I were you, I'd be sitting outside by the pool enjoying a drink and some sunshine, instead of spending all these hours in front of the box/pc moaning. Just a thought... |
well ok asshole, maybe if u build me a pool and turn 10:33 pm into 1:00pm then maybe ill do that, but for the time being ill sit in front of the box whining because im bored.
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Well in that case Bruce, why don't you go on a night safari and catch a kangaroo in the dark.
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