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I want to be a super hero!
¿What was/is your dream? |
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I was gonna fly off to Hollywood and be a movie star however at the time I knew this I also knew I was going to really miss my Mommmy and my Daddy lol
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When I grow up? I haven't grown up yet.
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i want a restaurant that only serves lunch family style and i will only fix whatever looks good at the market that day...everyone will be lined up outside waiting to get in and you have to sit a tables w/people you don't know to share a meal and possibly form new frienships...sounds simple but i think it's a little more than what i imagine...
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My dream was to be a famous news reporter
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oh yeah i forgot i really don't want to grow up...when i see my mom she tells me i need to grow up and turn my music down...
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moved to never never land so I didnt have to grow up
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i wanted to be a lawyer when i grew up..how i ended up going from that to getting a journalism degree, i'll never know.
Becca |
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I refuse to grow up!
I am still that inner child running amuck!!! |
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<-------throws muck at msteddy!!!
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I'll grow up, but I don't ever want to be a grown up.
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Muck fight!!!
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please pass the toilet paper!!!
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When I grew up I wanted to be a pornstar with a great name like buster hymen or chuck roast or tom foolery. Well I got my chance thinking this is cool. I got the stamina, we got the money shots down. This is all good. Why did I get out of the racket? The smell was terrible! Under those hot stage lights all day? Worse than rotting seafood! Yuk!
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CaptainSpaz= is that a real tat on the palm of your hand?
What does it say? |
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Im thinking it says........I love crab legs!!!
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Another reason I didn't become a gyn ob or a proctologist.
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Your ever-changing pictures, Gypsy, are a source of inspiration to me and a good roaring laugh... a free entertainment at its best... where is that romantic picture of yours, confiding with that toilet thing... well, pal, that's a Guiness book record for Romance...
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