Community > Posts By > neanderthalDave
Topic:
you find someone
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welcome to the internet...
Nice mustache |
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guys, what do you think?
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hey wait... did u just call me a b**ch??? no silly man .. quitcher b*tch IN.... Men dont b*tch,they have complaints about b*tches |
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guys, what do you think?
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hey wait... did u just call me a b**ch???
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guys, what do you think?
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Hey Judy, u look purdy lol
yeah I can get dates... my point was u cant find a relationship online,dont fool urself this site is 4 entertainment only |
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guys, what do you think?
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I seem 2have probz like this when I try 2hook up with chicks on here
give up it aint worth it. this site is alright 2BS when ur bored but thats about it. If ur lookin 2 f**k go 2the club, if ur lookin 4a relationship... GOOD LUCK! Let me know if u figure out how 2get one |
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Yall can go ahead n add me,my page aint great but I just started it a lil bit ago.
myspace.com/neanderthaldave Im like a candy shop...all u kidz are welcomed |
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Topic:
how much do you like
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I hate pickles n so does my dog.
we both like beer a lot |
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myspace.com/neanderthaldave
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what do you think
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yall women are complicated
I luv being a man, food/sex/beer no mysteries there also an immportant mystery to me is... why is a double cheeseburger from Mc.donalds .99 cents but a single burger cost $1.09??? |
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what do you think
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women Do you REALLY wanna solve it? I think I gotta better chance of solving a rubicks cube. |
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what do you think
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women |
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Smoking Pot
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I used to work in a rehab. They said that if someone started getting high and/or drunk when they are 15 years old and quit when they are 40 years old, they have the maturity level of a 15 year old. Because that person never learned how to deal with life on life's terms. I realize I'm not as smart as some others. Who is "they"? They are the doctors, psychologists, the rehab counselors, even Naranon. Ive been smokin bud since I was 11 and drinkin since I was 15. how mature do "they" say I am? maybe thats why I still laugh at d**k and fart jokes |
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JSH: celebrity death match
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cheech vs. chong
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JSH: celebrity death match
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Jay and silent bob
VS. Harold and kumaar |
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Topic:
am I pretty?
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I think ur a lil cutie
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Men and women
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these forums are pretty f**kin dead, aint they?
Id talk to you cutie,but I hardly stay on this site very long its f**kin lame when theres no other young ppl on |
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I dont like Clowns..
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whats up death?
I thought you where the source of all evil? |
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there can be only one...
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Enough to hold you to the brightest of lights,
to place you dangerously close to that sun, enough to acknowledge the flaws you can't ignore and recognize the cause of what's done is done, more than enough to put my name behind my ideals, and neglect my logic twice daily. enough to keep me looking for my lucy in the sky with gems, when I remember how you used to call me baby, enough to look in my mirror with detest for every tear you shed regardless of why you wept, enough to curse any man who can't appreciate the depth of the ocean i swam till i ran out of breath. I love you, don't ever f**king question that, that's why we'll probably never get along. if I was better at finding the right words to say, I wouldn't need to write these mother f**king songs. I love you, I love you [faded] never, don't ever f**king question that, don't ever f**king question that. riding the public transit, I study the blank stares to answer my questions of how and why I got so many grey hairs. I take care of the nervous that runs through my extension cord, and I reflect on that reoccurring dream where we met the Lord. single file lines, to give her a pound one at a time but when i faced her- I attempted to embrace her, she looked so fine, I awoke from my sleep before her bodyguard had a chance to beat me to submission and I still walk with my religion. I watched the children scurry in circles around a two-way mirror, worrying about which side of the glass projects the reflection clearer. hear the whispers of the wind trying to get me to grin, gassing' me up about the love that I plucked and I've been stuck within, for every eclipse that stares at me from the other side of a paper cup of espresso- I light a match beneath a kettle, and for ever set of lips that become attached and equipped with that program to seek success, i bleed my ethics out a slow drip. I used to know a man who met a woman, dont remember where, big beautiful eyes and light brown hair, she was from the burbs, he was from the south side of the city, this was back when Franklin avenue was still pretty. two different worlds apart, but the world is just a small town- we all know how people like to get down. |
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are we eating babies again?
mmm so tender |
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Friends romans countrymen lend me your ears |
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