February 2012
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WhY DiD I StEaL a PaIr Of ShOeS? D.B.A.D.
Ugh.
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classikkk →
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http://www.starwarsuncut.com/watch →
Spose i should be more. comfort zones are dumb.
wowowowow http://www.larryspw.com/topic/19-weekly-specials.aspx the prices of some shit in america is crayyyyy. 30 beers for like $18NZD. Yes please.
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Fuck I love the world of intelligent people.
Jon Stewart: I bet at this stage of your career you have people that just hug your groin, you don’t even need underpants.
Letterman: Jon….Jon…I had a little trouble along those lines.
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Question:
DO MALE TO FEMALE SEX CHANGE… RECIPIENTS… EXPERIENCE THE FEMALE ORGASM. THEY DO SOME PRETTY EXTREME STUFF “DOWN THERE”, BUT IS THAT LIKE A HARD-WIRED BRAIN THING, OR EVEN JUST SOME NERVES THAT MEN DON;T HAVE AND CAN’T BE REPLICATED. FOR THAT MATTER, DO FEMALE TO MALE EXPERIENCE A REDUCTION IN THEIR ORGASMS. FOOD FOR THOUGHT MOTHERFUCKA.
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Good Copy?
Under fallen logs and gathered sticks lived a rather professional creature. The ‘tourbusie’ (as they are known) in this tale is much like any other.
Moustache finely trimmed, shirt loosely tucked into his tiny shorts and tie nice and straight, this tourbusie is a fine creature.
Now if you saw a Tourbusie walking down the street tomorrow (or today for that matter), I would most likely...
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indian mcdonalds has its shit down! →
Ok. race. how to get there?
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What is the Heart?
The heart is chamber,
containing my innermost thoughts
It is the government,
controlling what I do
It is a compass,
telling me which path to take
It is bravery,
in its purest form
It is a drum,
beating out the rhythm of my life.
#hashtag #heart #wrote this when i was 13 #they put it in a school magazine
#valentines day #love #shit poem #lol
A poo-em
Hector’s Cereal.
Feel the flow,
Give it a go.
Loads of bran,
For you Nan.
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Devotion Rewarded - A short Story
The day I learned the bus driver was a judo champion was magic for me. For many-a afternoon I have poked fun at the assortment of folk that drive the school’s multi-passenger carrying vehicles (often til their stuffing fell out). Little did I know, amongst them was a real-live master who could kick my bum and day of the week (even Sunday)
I strayed across this shiny gem of information...
