Community > Posts By > NOBootyHunter
Catch some fresh fish for a barbecue bonfire for the Mingle2 r e Union
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Who? Look I'm an Owl Love that group... I woke up in a Soho Doorway. a policeman knew my name he said you can go sleep at home tonight if you can get up and walk away I staggered back to the underground and the breeze blew back my hair I remember throwing punches around and preaching from my chair |
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Colin Farrell
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Still eats his dinner and a high chair
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I was sitting in a bank when three men came in and held it up
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Seems like a stand-up dude stay hang out and talk about all the women on Mingle2
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Topic:
Have you ever - part 23
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Nope just like em
Ever had a crush on someone only later came to think... WTF wasi thinking? |
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She is the cause of all the backed up with traffic on Oak Avenue... In Primos Lol. That was weird to read. A local huh? The back up was due to the train again! Hate when that happens |
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Let's be friends
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Every Female on here... Pretty much |
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Topic:
Celebrity look alike game
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Ryan Gosling
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I was just looking in the background when I typed that... Now fix the other jeep. I'd rather buff them bumpers |
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taking the class on mind reading
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Her desire to be restrained
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The woman whose azz he took a picture of... Just a memory now.. Didn't get the digits She was many years my Jr. Cute as a button tho.. I think you may be crushing on.. Tim McGraw |
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Who? Look I'm an Owl
Love that group... |
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Topic:
What if ...
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Oh I like this new game... thanks, carebear. What if... there was no tomorrow? Yea! Way to go bear What if.. There was no Stairway to Heaven or Highway to Hell |
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I wonder if he likes taking pictures In the end it's not about the money or the house.. It's about the memories.. the ones we have and the ones people have of us and how we made them feel.. pictures are just a record of memories |
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no one knows what it's like to be the bad man to be the sad man behind blue eyes But dreams Are as empty As my conscience Seems to be I have hours only lonely My love is vengeance that’s never free When my fist clenches crack it open before I usually lose my cool and if I swallow anything evil put your fingers down my throat |
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I wonder if he has any warrants
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