Topic: Dear Diary , the second edition | |
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pumpkins were punkmans
and everything that went C-R-A-K was C-R-A-P firecrappers and helicrapters...she had a thing for crap it seems!! lmao |
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where are my posts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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My mother recd a Waterford crystal bowl from my uncle, and she said, whilst in the butcher's, "that you can tell if it is real crystal, because if you hold it up to the light, you can see all the colours of the rectum!"
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you have to press shift and post at the same time....
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AAAAARRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i'm trapped in cyberspace!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lemmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee outtttttttt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
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oh that didnt work
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lmaoooooooooooooo belushi!!!!!!!!!
<---------falls outta chair and manages to not spill a drop!! |
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dEAR DIARY......Im looking at my man counter and for some odd reason I have no idea why america couldnt find alkeida!!! Theyre all on JSH!!!!
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I drink aloneeeeeeeeeeee..........yaaaaaaaaaaaaa with nobody elseeeeeeee.......
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Dear Diary,
I have a funny feeling i'll be cleaning jello out of unusual places after i leave sage's next year. |
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Do we need to start a new thread as we are getting close to the magic 300 pages?
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oh oh Im dancing with my self oh oh oh
oh oh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 |
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allllllll I can say is that my life is pretty plain
I like watching the puddles gather rain and all I can do is just pour some tea for 2 and speak my point of view.....its not sane!! Its not sane!!! |
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DEAR Diary....
sigh i got all lost and tangled up in the threads..... where the hell am i ? |
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Dear diary........it pays to drink alcohol first thing in the morning eh??
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come on babayyyyyyy lets do the twist!!!
come on babayyyyyyyyyy lets do the twist........ take me by the hand and go like thissssss!!!!!! |
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forgive sounds good.......
forget, Im not sure I could... they say time heals everything...... but Im still waiting........ Im through with doubt..... theres nothing left for me to figure out..... Ive paid a price and ill keep paying........ im not ready to make nice im not ready to back still mad as hell and I dont have time to round and round...... |
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No Rain. A friend of mine used to sing that for me at Karaoke. He ran off with another friend to Saskatchewan and had a baby with her. I haven't seen or heard from them since.
Funny, how people disappear. Why did I just remember this? |
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music makes you think of different periods of your life, who you were with......
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this is my ****ing theme song..........
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