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08-22-2006, 02:06 PM
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Quote:
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"Little, vicious minds abound with anger and revenge, and are incapable of feeling the pleasure of forgiving their enemies." Earl of Chesterfield "A man that studieth revenge keeps his own wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well." Francis Bacon 
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08-22-2006, 02:09 PM
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Turn today into tommorow without having to wait through today...I know I can't actually DO this, but, this is about want, not ability.
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It's not the bullet with your name on it you have to worry about...it's all those other ones marked "to whom it may concern."
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08-22-2006, 02:10 PM
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Go swimming.
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I'll kill you and your dreams tonight Begin new life Bleed your death upon me Let your bloodline feed my youth ------------------------------ Ssshhh....did you hear that?
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#296
08-22-2006, 08:29 PM
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eat..
em starving
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my opinion counts dammit so says my Lord :D
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#297
08-22-2006, 08:55 PM
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tell people to start FUCKING POSTING!
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#298
08-22-2006, 09:40 PM
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Have another glass of whiskey
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"Little, vicious minds abound with anger and revenge, and are incapable of feeling the pleasure of forgiving their enemies." Earl of Chesterfield "A man that studieth revenge keeps his own wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well." Francis Bacon
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#300
08-23-2006, 02:20 AM
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Speed up time about 12 hours...So everyone can check their mail and have some chili :D
I hope you guys picked up some cheddar cheese
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...  If you can't dazzle 'em with brilliance...Baffle 'em with bullshit My Karma ran over my Dogma God WAS my co-pilot...But, we crashed in the mountains and...I had to eat him I'm suffocating in what's become of me... The rancid remains of what I used to be
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