08-28-2007, 08:07 AM
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Registered User
Join Date: Oct 2001
Location: Landlocked in my own prison
Posts: 1,031
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It was like listening to finger nails running across a chalkboard. Painfully awkward and embarassing. Pack it in sweetheart. She will be pushing fragrences at the mall by Christmas.
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"Love is like a snowmobile racing across the tundra then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come."
Matt Groening, Life In Hell
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