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had a Mexican guy come and drop a bag of fireworks on your front doorstep and walk off? I swear to God it just happened right now. Left as quickly as he came (not like that pervs....)
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"Fireworks"....code word?
Make sure you don't have anyone's stash. |
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Nope - weird. I'd be suspicious
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Nah, usually it's a Vietnamese boy.
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He just took off and some dude in a U-Haul van just picked him up and they left. I bet it is a bribe from a big Firework dealer who caught wind I was trying to ban them.... Damn him and his plans to corrupt me!!!!!
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Nah, usually it's a Vietnamese boy. let's not get into preferences here |
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Nah, usually it's a Vietnamese boy. let's not get into preferences here But... But... They're so dainty! |
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He just took off and some dude in a U-Haul van just picked him up and they left. I bet it is a bribe from a big Firework dealer who caught wind I was trying to ban them.... Damn him and his plans to corrupt me!!!!! I'd watch out.. they may be set to go off |
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Edited by
Beachfarmer
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Thu 07/03/08 05:02 PM
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SICK! Cheers! Faustino...wouldn't corrupting you be redundant? |
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Nah, usually it's a Vietnamese boy. let's not get into preferences here But... But... They're so dainty! |
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Nah, usually it's a Vietnamese boy. let's not get into preferences here But... But... They're so dainty! It's SICK but not overtly mean. RT and I were just messin around...sorry. |
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SICK! Cheers! Faustino...wouldn't corrupting you be redundant? I don't do fire works though. I guess I can just give them to my 5yr old cousin........... .....or not... |
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Like Dan Akroyd as the sleasy toy salesman....
Give your cousin the fireworks and "Bag O Glass". |
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Like Dan Akroyd as the sleasy toy salesman.... Give your cousin the fireworks and "Bag O Glass". Again... Exactly! |
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Could be worse! Just watch out for the flaming bags of poo.
(Oh, the childhood memories.....GOOD Times!) |
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Could be worse! Just watch out for the flaming bags of poo. (Oh, the childhood memories.....GOOD Times!) Reserved for Principals and the mean teachers. We would leave flowers for the teachers we liked in hopes that they would compare notes. You got poo...Hmmmmm I got flowers. |
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