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#5223
01-23-2006, 09:22 AM
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grossness.
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Mortimer Brewster: No, no. I'm not a Brewster. I'm the son of a sea-cook! Ha! Ha! Chaaaaarrrge! Cab Driver: And I'm not a cab driver, I'm a coffee pot! 
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#5225
01-23-2006, 09:26 AM
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in the back seat. lol.
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Mortimer Brewster: No, no. I'm not a Brewster. I'm the son of a sea-cook! Ha! Ha! Chaaaaarrrge! Cab Driver: And I'm not a cab driver, I'm a coffee pot!
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#5227
01-23-2006, 09:31 AM
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in a truck w/ the stereo blasting. :D
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Mortimer Brewster: No, no. I'm not a Brewster. I'm the son of a sea-cook! Ha! Ha! Chaaaaarrrge! Cab Driver: And I'm not a cab driver, I'm a coffee pot!
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#5228
01-23-2006, 12:47 PM
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Every time we leave the house:)
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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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#5229
01-23-2006, 05:27 PM
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bored
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Hang the body in the shed Using meat-hooks through the legs Catch the blood as it drips from the stump Like the others from the past The naked belly, full of cysts Smells so good, I cant resist I know inside this ones the best As I eat the rotting chest
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#5230
01-23-2006, 07:43 PM
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tasty drinking water
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