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Anything You Want
Posted by:
Mr. Misery
()
Date: October 19, 2010 07:12PM
put it here.
anything at all. this is the place.
I'll get us started:
Little Dorrit, by Charles Dickens
Preface
I have been occupied with this story, during many working hours of
two years. I must have been very ill employed, if I could not
leave its merits and demerits as a whole, to express themselves on
its being read as a whole. But, as it is not unreasonable to
suppose that I may have held its threads with a more continuous
attention than anyone else can have given them during its desultory
publication, it is not unreasonable to ask that the weaving may be
looked at in its completed state, and with the pattern finished.
If I might offer any apology for so exaggerated a fiction as the
Barnacles and the Circumlocution Office, I would seek it in the
common experience of an Englishman, without presuming to mention
the unimportant fact of my having done that violence to good
manners, in the days of a Russian war, and of a Court of Inquiry at
Chelsea. If I might make so bold as to defend that extravagant
conception, Mr Merdle, I would hint that it originated after the
Railroad-share epoch, in the times of a certain Irish bank, and of
one or two other equally laudable enterprises. If I were to plead
anything in mitigation of the preposterous fancy that a bad design
will sometimes claim to be a good and an expressly religious
design, it would be the curious coincidence that it has been
brought to its climax in these pages, in the days of the public
examination of late Directors of a Royal British Bank. But, I
submit myself to suffer judgment to go by default on all these
counts, if need be, and to accept the assurance (on good authority)
that nothing like them was ever known in this land.
Some of my readers may have an interest in being informed whether
or no any portions of the Marshalsea Prison are yet standing. I
did not know, myself, until the sixth of this present month, when
I went to look. I found the outer front courtyard, often mentioned
here, metamorphosed into a butter shop; and I then almost gave up
every brick of the jail for lost. Wandering, however, down a
certain adjacent 'Angel Court, leading to Bermondsey', I came to
'Marshalsea Place:' the houses in which I recognised, not only as
the great block of the former prison, but as preserving the rooms
that arose in my mind's-eye when I became Little Dorrit's
biographer. The smallest boy I ever conversed with, carrying the
largest baby I ever saw, offered a supernaturally intelligent
explanation of the locality in its old uses, and was very nearly
correct. How this young Newton (for such I judge him to be) came
by his information, I don't know; he was a quarter of a century too
young to know anything about it of himself. I pointed to the
window of the room where Little Dorrit was born, and where her
father lived so long, and asked him what was the name of the lodger
who tenanted that apartment at present? He said, 'Tom Pythick.'
I asked him who was Tom Pythick? and he said, 'Joe Pythick's
uncle.'
A little further on, I found the older and smaller wall, which used
to enclose the pent-up inner prison where nobody was put, except
for ceremony. But, whosoever goes into Marshalsea Place, turning
out of Angel Court, leading to Bermondsey, will find his feet on
the very paving-stones of the extinct Marshalsea jail; will see its
narrow yard to the right and to the left, very little altered if at
all, except that the walls were lowered when the place got free;
will look upon rooms in which the debtors lived; and will stand
among the crowding ghosts of many miserable years.
In the Preface to Bleak House I remarked that I had never had so
many readers. In the Preface to its next successor, Little Dorrit,
I have still to repeat the same words. Deeply sensible of the
affection and confidence that have grown up between us, I add to
this Preface, as I added to that, May we meet again!
London
May 1857
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anything at all. this is the place.
I'll get us started:
Little Dorrit, by Charles Dickens
Preface
I have been occupied with this story, during many working hours of
two years. I must have been very ill employed, if I could not
leave its merits and demerits as a whole, to express themselves on
its being read as a whole. But, as it is not unreasonable to
suppose that I may have held its threads with a more continuous
attention than anyone else can have given them during its desultory
publication, it is not unreasonable to ask that the weaving may be
looked at in its completed state, and with the pattern finished.
If I might offer any apology for so exaggerated a fiction as the
Barnacles and the Circumlocution Office, I would seek it in the
common experience of an Englishman, without presuming to mention
the unimportant fact of my having done that violence to good
manners, in the days of a Russian war, and of a Court of Inquiry at
Chelsea. If I might make so bold as to defend that extravagant
conception, Mr Merdle, I would hint that it originated after the
Railroad-share epoch, in the times of a certain Irish bank, and of
one or two other equally laudable enterprises. If I were to plead
anything in mitigation of the preposterous fancy that a bad design
will sometimes claim to be a good and an expressly religious
design, it would be the curious coincidence that it has been
brought to its climax in these pages, in the days of the public
examination of late Directors of a Royal British Bank. But, I
submit myself to suffer judgment to go by default on all these
counts, if need be, and to accept the assurance (on good authority)
that nothing like them was ever known in this land.
Some of my readers may have an interest in being informed whether
or no any portions of the Marshalsea Prison are yet standing. I
did not know, myself, until the sixth of this present month, when
I went to look. I found the outer front courtyard, often mentioned
here, metamorphosed into a butter shop; and I then almost gave up
every brick of the jail for lost. Wandering, however, down a
certain adjacent 'Angel Court, leading to Bermondsey', I came to
'Marshalsea Place:' the houses in which I recognised, not only as
the great block of the former prison, but as preserving the rooms
that arose in my mind's-eye when I became Little Dorrit's
biographer. The smallest boy I ever conversed with, carrying the
largest baby I ever saw, offered a supernaturally intelligent
explanation of the locality in its old uses, and was very nearly
correct. How this young Newton (for such I judge him to be) came
by his information, I don't know; he was a quarter of a century too
young to know anything about it of himself. I pointed to the
window of the room where Little Dorrit was born, and where her
father lived so long, and asked him what was the name of the lodger
who tenanted that apartment at present? He said, 'Tom Pythick.'
I asked him who was Tom Pythick? and he said, 'Joe Pythick's
uncle.'
A little further on, I found the older and smaller wall, which used
to enclose the pent-up inner prison where nobody was put, except
for ceremony. But, whosoever goes into Marshalsea Place, turning
out of Angel Court, leading to Bermondsey, will find his feet on
the very paving-stones of the extinct Marshalsea jail; will see its
narrow yard to the right and to the left, very little altered if at
all, except that the walls were lowered when the place got free;
will look upon rooms in which the debtors lived; and will stand
among the crowding ghosts of many miserable years.
In the Preface to Bleak House I remarked that I had never had so
many readers. In the Preface to its next successor, Little Dorrit,
I have still to repeat the same words. Deeply sensible of the
affection and confidence that have grown up between us, I add to
this Preface, as I added to that, May we meet again!
London
May 1857
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Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
Registered Voter
()
Date: October 19, 2010 07:38PM
I want Mr Misery to stop posting here.
If you can’t model the past, where you know the answer pretty well, how can you model the future? - William Happer Cyrus Fogg Brackett Professor of Physics Princeton University
If you can’t model the past, where you know the answer pretty well, how can you model the future? - William Happer Cyrus Fogg Brackett Professor of Physics Princeton University
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
MrMephisto
()
Date: October 19, 2010 07:55PM
Ta-da!
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Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
Yummy!!
()
Date: October 19, 2010 08:08PM
I would suck that right out of his back
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
themuse
()
Date: October 19, 2010 08:09PM
Mr. Misery Wrote:
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> put it here.
>
>
> anything at all. this is the place.
>
> I'll get us started:
>
>
>
> Little Dorrit, by Charles Dickens
>
> Preface
>
> I have been occupied with this story, during many
> working hours of
> two years. I must have been very ill employed, if
> I could not
> leave its merits and demerits as a whole, to
> express themselves on
> its being read as a whole. But, as it is not
> unreasonable to
> suppose that I may have held its threads with a
> more continuous
> attention than anyone else can have given them
> during its desultory
> publication, it is not unreasonable to ask that
> the weaving may be
> looked at in its completed state, and with the
> pattern finished.
>
> If I might offer any apology for so exaggerated a
> fiction as the
> Barnacles and the Circumlocution Office, I would
> seek it in the
> common experience of an Englishman, without
> presuming to mention
> the unimportant fact of my having done that
> violence to good
> manners, in the days of a Russian war, and of a
> Court of Inquiry at
> Chelsea. If I might make so bold as to defend that
> extravagant
> conception, Mr Merdle, I would hint that it
> originated after the
> Railroad-share epoch, in the times of a certain
> Irish bank, and of
> one or two other equally laudable enterprises. If
> I were to plead
> anything in mitigation of the preposterous fancy
> that a bad design
> will sometimes claim to be a good and an expressly
> religious
> design, it would be the curious coincidence that
> it has been
> brought to its climax in these pages, in the days
> of the public
> examination of late Directors of a Royal British
> Bank. But, I
> submit myself to suffer judgment to go by default
> on all these
> counts, if need be, and to accept the assurance
> (on good authority)
> that nothing like them was ever known in this
> land.
> Some of my readers may have an interest in being
> informed whether
> or no any portions of the Marshalsea Prison are
> yet standing. I
> did not know, myself, until the sixth of this
> present month, when
> I went to look. I found the outer front courtyard,
> often mentioned
> here, metamorphosed into a butter shop; and I then
> almost gave up
> every brick of the jail for lost. Wandering,
> however, down a
> certain adjacent 'Angel Court, leading to
> Bermondsey', I came to
> 'Marshalsea Place:' the houses in which I
> recognised, not only as
> the great block of the former prison, but as
> preserving the rooms
> that arose in my mind's-eye when I became Little
> Dorrit's
> biographer. The smallest boy I ever conversed
> with, carrying the
> largest baby I ever saw, offered a supernaturally
> intelligent
> explanation of the locality in its old uses, and
> was very nearly
> correct. How this young Newton (for such I judge
> him to be) came
> by his information, I don't know; he was a quarter
> of a century too
> young to know anything about it of himself. I
> pointed to the
> window of the room where Little Dorrit was born,
> and where her
> father lived so long, and asked him what was the
> name of the lodger
> who tenanted that apartment at present? He said,
> 'Tom Pythick.'
> I asked him who was Tom Pythick? and he said, 'Joe
> Pythick's
> uncle.'
>
> A little further on, I found the older and smaller
> wall, which used
> to enclose the pent-up inner prison where nobody
> was put, except
> for ceremony. But, whosoever goes into Marshalsea
> Place, turning
> out of Angel Court, leading to Bermondsey, will
> find his feet on
> the very paving-stones of the extinct Marshalsea
> jail; will see its
> narrow yard to the right and to the left, very
> little altered if at
> all, except that the walls were lowered when the
> place got free;
> will look upon rooms in which the debtors lived;
> and will stand
> among the crowding ghosts of many miserable years.
>
>
> In the Preface to Bleak House I remarked that I
> had never had so
> many readers. In the Preface to its next
> successor, Little Dorrit,
> I have still to repeat the same words. Deeply
> sensible of the
> affection and confidence that have grown up
> between us, I add to
> this Preface, as I added to that, May we meet
> again!
>
> London
> May 1857
does someone have a blanket or something to cover him with?
he's starting to smell.
yeefuckinghaw
-------------------------------------------------------
> put it here.
>
>
> anything at all. this is the place.
>
> I'll get us started:
>
>
>
> Little Dorrit, by Charles Dickens
>
> Preface
>
> I have been occupied with this story, during many
> working hours of
> two years. I must have been very ill employed, if
> I could not
> leave its merits and demerits as a whole, to
> express themselves on
> its being read as a whole. But, as it is not
> unreasonable to
> suppose that I may have held its threads with a
> more continuous
> attention than anyone else can have given them
> during its desultory
> publication, it is not unreasonable to ask that
> the weaving may be
> looked at in its completed state, and with the
> pattern finished.
>
> If I might offer any apology for so exaggerated a
> fiction as the
> Barnacles and the Circumlocution Office, I would
> seek it in the
> common experience of an Englishman, without
> presuming to mention
> the unimportant fact of my having done that
> violence to good
> manners, in the days of a Russian war, and of a
> Court of Inquiry at
> Chelsea. If I might make so bold as to defend that
> extravagant
> conception, Mr Merdle, I would hint that it
> originated after the
> Railroad-share epoch, in the times of a certain
> Irish bank, and of
> one or two other equally laudable enterprises. If
> I were to plead
> anything in mitigation of the preposterous fancy
> that a bad design
> will sometimes claim to be a good and an expressly
> religious
> design, it would be the curious coincidence that
> it has been
> brought to its climax in these pages, in the days
> of the public
> examination of late Directors of a Royal British
> Bank. But, I
> submit myself to suffer judgment to go by default
> on all these
> counts, if need be, and to accept the assurance
> (on good authority)
> that nothing like them was ever known in this
> land.
> Some of my readers may have an interest in being
> informed whether
> or no any portions of the Marshalsea Prison are
> yet standing. I
> did not know, myself, until the sixth of this
> present month, when
> I went to look. I found the outer front courtyard,
> often mentioned
> here, metamorphosed into a butter shop; and I then
> almost gave up
> every brick of the jail for lost. Wandering,
> however, down a
> certain adjacent 'Angel Court, leading to
> Bermondsey', I came to
> 'Marshalsea Place:' the houses in which I
> recognised, not only as
> the great block of the former prison, but as
> preserving the rooms
> that arose in my mind's-eye when I became Little
> Dorrit's
> biographer. The smallest boy I ever conversed
> with, carrying the
> largest baby I ever saw, offered a supernaturally
> intelligent
> explanation of the locality in its old uses, and
> was very nearly
> correct. How this young Newton (for such I judge
> him to be) came
> by his information, I don't know; he was a quarter
> of a century too
> young to know anything about it of himself. I
> pointed to the
> window of the room where Little Dorrit was born,
> and where her
> father lived so long, and asked him what was the
> name of the lodger
> who tenanted that apartment at present? He said,
> 'Tom Pythick.'
> I asked him who was Tom Pythick? and he said, 'Joe
> Pythick's
> uncle.'
>
> A little further on, I found the older and smaller
> wall, which used
> to enclose the pent-up inner prison where nobody
> was put, except
> for ceremony. But, whosoever goes into Marshalsea
> Place, turning
> out of Angel Court, leading to Bermondsey, will
> find his feet on
> the very paving-stones of the extinct Marshalsea
> jail; will see its
> narrow yard to the right and to the left, very
> little altered if at
> all, except that the walls were lowered when the
> place got free;
> will look upon rooms in which the debtors lived;
> and will stand
> among the crowding ghosts of many miserable years.
>
>
> In the Preface to Bleak House I remarked that I
> had never had so
> many readers. In the Preface to its next
> successor, Little Dorrit,
> I have still to repeat the same words. Deeply
> sensible of the
> affection and confidence that have grown up
> between us, I add to
> this Preface, as I added to that, May we meet
> again!
>
> London
> May 1857
does someone have a blanket or something to cover him with?
he's starting to smell.
yeefuckinghaw
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
Conie
()
Date: October 19, 2010 08:10PM
That might be you honey..:)
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
Yummy!!
()
Date: October 19, 2010 08:22PM
I have a thing for massive zits. God this one I just want to suck on
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
eesh
()
Date: October 19, 2010 08:33PM
This guy intrigues me to no end......
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
()()()(()()
()
Date: October 19, 2010 08:37PM
Thats because you like guys in thongs gay boy.
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
Fox News Voter
()
Date: October 19, 2010 08:42PM
Registered Voter Wrote:
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> I want Mr Misery to stop posting here.
+1 This forum should dedicated to political discussions with a moral Christian slant.
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> I want Mr Misery to stop posting here.
+1 This forum should dedicated to political discussions with a moral Christian slant.
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
Registered Voter
()
Date: October 19, 2010 08:51PM
Fox News Voter Wrote:
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> Registered Voter Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I want Mr Misery to stop posting here.
>
>
>
> +1 This forum should dedicated to political
> discussions with a moral Christian slant.
Whatever you want eesh.
If you can’t model the past, where you know the answer pretty well, how can you model the future? - William Happer Cyrus Fogg Brackett Professor of Physics Princeton University
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> Registered Voter Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I want Mr Misery to stop posting here.
>
>
>
> +1 This forum should dedicated to political
> discussions with a moral Christian slant.
Whatever you want eesh.
If you can’t model the past, where you know the answer pretty well, how can you model the future? - William Happer Cyrus Fogg Brackett Professor of Physics Princeton University
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
AQUABUDDHAMEADE
()
Date: October 19, 2010 09:12PM
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
graymoose1
()
Date: October 19, 2010 09:40PM
The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" -
Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more."
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never - nevermore'."
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore:
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting -
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
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W.W.S.D. what would Scooby Doo
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" -
Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more."
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never - nevermore'."
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore:
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting -
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
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Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
ThePackLeader
()
Date: October 19, 2010 09:49PM
Ooooooh Gyeeeah:
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"And if any women or children get their legs torn off, or faces caved in, well, it's tough shit for them." -2LT. Bert Stiles, 505th, 339th (On Berlin Bombardier Mission, 1944).
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
Aqua Buddha
()
Date: October 19, 2010 09:51PM
pls buy my CD's Y'all! Id be Evah SO grateful and as a good christian boy I'd heap praise to Jesus upon you! Good night and GOD BLESS!
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Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
themuse
()
Date: October 20, 2010 01:05AM
anything? oh, okay . . .
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Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
Troll@AOL
()
Date: October 20, 2010 01:20AM
What a large PENIS.
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and get your stoopid @$$#$ THE FUCK OFF MY INTERNETZ!"
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Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
eesh
()
Date: October 20, 2010 01:22AM
Troll@AOL Wrote:
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> What a large PENIS.
> .
Kinda short don't you think?
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> What a large PENIS.
> .
Kinda short don't you think?
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
Troll@AOL
()
Date: October 20, 2010 01:29AM
Shaft length = HEAD
and what's up with those lop-sided BALLS?
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and get your stoopid @$$#$ THE FUCK OFF MY INTERNETZ!"
- 'philscamms' (the YT Watchdog) ; internet & YouTube® extraordinaire.
and what's up with those lop-sided BALLS?
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"Why don't you LOSERS just pack your flower print DOUCHE BAGS
and get your stoopid @$$#$ THE FUCK OFF MY INTERNETZ!"
- 'philscamms' (the YT Watchdog) ; internet & YouTube® extraordinaire.
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
eesh
()
Date: October 20, 2010 01:31AM
Obviously not sweaty and salty enough for you.
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
themuse
()
Date: October 20, 2010 01:34AM
eesh Wrote:
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> Obviously not sweaty and salty enough for you.
yea but i bet the rest of him is.
yeefuckinghaw
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> Obviously not sweaty and salty enough for you.
yea but i bet the rest of him is.
yeefuckinghaw
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
Troll@AOL
()
Date: October 20, 2010 01:59AM
Just keep re-looking at the penis, I know you are.
Go ahead and admit it, you can't get enough of that
tiny dick and those deformed testicles.
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and get your stoopid @$$#$ THE FUCK OFF MY INTERNETZ!"
- 'philscamms' (the YT Watchdog) ; internet & YouTube® extraordinaire.
Go ahead and admit it, you can't get enough of that
tiny dick and those deformed testicles.
.
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"Why don't you LOSERS just pack your flower print DOUCHE BAGS
and get your stoopid @$$#$ THE FUCK OFF MY INTERNETZ!"
- 'philscamms' (the YT Watchdog) ; internet & YouTube® extraordinaire.
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
Mr. Misery
()
Date: October 20, 2010 02:10AM
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I apologize to those I unfairly hurt. To Harry Tuttle in particular.
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Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
Mr. Misery
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Date: October 20, 2010 02:25AM
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Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
Harry Tuttle
()
Date: October 20, 2010 03:16AM
Ghuwahh! Stoppit with the smokin' broads...
At least no more old bitches...
I liked those young girls that were blowing smoke on each other... post more of that...
But honestly, I'm down with the fart porn...
Signatures are for fags
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At least no more old bitches...
I liked those young girls that were blowing smoke on each other... post more of that...
But honestly, I'm down with the fart porn...
Signatures are for fags
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Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
Mr. Misery
()
Date: October 20, 2010 03:27AM
is this better, Harry?
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Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
Harry Tuttle
()
Date: October 20, 2010 03:33AM
Much better.... Thank you...
That video just inspired me to search for "fart kiss"...
Signatures are for fags
That video just inspired me to search for "fart kiss"...
Signatures are for fags
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
WashingTone-Locian
()
Date: October 20, 2010 09:23AM
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Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
Registered Voter
()
Date: October 20, 2010 12:41PM
Here ya go Misery - maybe you and troll can talk about sweaty balls and sack licking.
If you can’t model the past, where you know the answer pretty well, how can you model the future? - William Happer Cyrus Fogg Brackett Professor of Physics Princeton University
If you can’t model the past, where you know the answer pretty well, how can you model the future? - William Happer Cyrus Fogg Brackett Professor of Physics Princeton University
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
fairfaxdude
()
Date: October 20, 2010 12:54PM
Wow, Reggie, you sure can finger a mean guitar.
Is the sack-licker dude your brother-in-law?
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I have had to change the addresses to my retaliatory blogs over half a dozen times.
Is the sack-licker dude your brother-in-law?
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I have had to change the addresses to my retaliatory blogs over half a dozen times.
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
lur king
()
Date: October 20, 2010 01:31PM
WTF is this..a cut off nipple?
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
Conie
()
Date: October 20, 2010 01:35PM
ITRADE Wrote:
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> http://farm1.static.flickr.com/54/160121012_03051b
> fda0.jpg
OMG
What the fuck is that?
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> http://farm1.static.flickr.com/54/160121012_03051b
> fda0.jpg
OMG
What the fuck is that?
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
lur king
()
Date: October 20, 2010 01:43PM
I just threw up in my mouth...a little.
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
Wahhh
()
Date: October 20, 2010 01:47PM
I love the harmonica intro on this one. Gives me a chubby.
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
Registered Voter
()
Date: October 20, 2010 02:53PM
fairfaxdude Wrote:
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> Wow, Reggie, you sure can finger a mean guitar.
>
> Is the sack-licker dude your brother-in-law?
Here you go Fairy - a documentary on your particular issues. Might want to cut back a bit on the eye-liner.
If you can’t model the past, where you know the answer pretty well, how can you model the future? - William Happer Cyrus Fogg Brackett Professor of Physics Princeton University
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> Wow, Reggie, you sure can finger a mean guitar.
>
> Is the sack-licker dude your brother-in-law?
Here you go Fairy - a documentary on your particular issues. Might want to cut back a bit on the eye-liner.
If you can’t model the past, where you know the answer pretty well, how can you model the future? - William Happer Cyrus Fogg Brackett Professor of Physics Princeton University
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
fairfaxdude
()
Date: October 20, 2010 03:04PM
Reggie, are you trying to bond with the Troll again?
"Wife" outta town this weekend?
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I have had to change the addresses to my retaliatory blogs over half a dozen times.
"Wife" outta town this weekend?
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I have had to change the addresses to my retaliatory blogs over half a dozen times.
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
Registered Voter
()
Date: October 20, 2010 03:05PM
fairfaxdude Wrote:
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> Reggie, are you trying to bond with the Troll
> again?
>
> "Wife" outta town this weekend?
That video was about YOU Fairy. But maybe you could entice the troll into some nutsack action with your bad Fairy self, huh?
If you can’t model the past, where you know the answer pretty well, how can you model the future? - William Happer Cyrus Fogg Brackett Professor of Physics Princeton University
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> Reggie, are you trying to bond with the Troll
> again?
>
> "Wife" outta town this weekend?
That video was about YOU Fairy. But maybe you could entice the troll into some nutsack action with your bad Fairy self, huh?
If you can’t model the past, where you know the answer pretty well, how can you model the future? - William Happer Cyrus Fogg Brackett Professor of Physics Princeton University
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
Conie
()
Date: October 20, 2010 03:07PM
eesh Wrote:
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> This guy intrigues me to no end......
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> Where did you find this guy?
He's very theatrical and uninhibited.
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> This guy intrigues me to no end......
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> Where did you find this guy?
He's very theatrical and uninhibited.
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Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
fairfaxdude
()
Date: October 20, 2010 03:09PM
Troll? oh, TROLL?...
please give Reggie a PM--he's feeling a tad peckish having to post out here in public about his...well, you know....his "needs". He's suffering from a severe salt intake deficit, ifyaknowwhudimean.
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I have had to change the addresses to my retaliatory blogs over half a dozen times.
please give Reggie a PM--he's feeling a tad peckish having to post out here in public about his...well, you know....his "needs". He's suffering from a severe salt intake deficit, ifyaknowwhudimean.
______________________________________________
I have had to change the addresses to my retaliatory blogs over half a dozen times.
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
Registered Voter
()
Date: October 20, 2010 03:12PM
fairfaxdude Wrote:
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> Troll? oh, TROLL?...
>
> please give Reggie a PM--he's feeling a tad
> peckish having to post out here in public about
> his...well, you know....his "needs". He's
> suffering from a severe salt intake deficit,
> ifyaknowwhudimean.
Poor Fairy - it has been obvious to everyone how hard it is for you to admit your own shortcomings - and disposition. Might want to consider a new therapist and come up with a better plan.
If you can’t model the past, where you know the answer pretty well, how can you model the future? - William Happer Cyrus Fogg Brackett Professor of Physics Princeton University
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> Troll? oh, TROLL?...
>
> please give Reggie a PM--he's feeling a tad
> peckish having to post out here in public about
> his...well, you know....his "needs". He's
> suffering from a severe salt intake deficit,
> ifyaknowwhudimean.
Poor Fairy - it has been obvious to everyone how hard it is for you to admit your own shortcomings - and disposition. Might want to consider a new therapist and come up with a better plan.
If you can’t model the past, where you know the answer pretty well, how can you model the future? - William Happer Cyrus Fogg Brackett Professor of Physics Princeton University
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
graymoose1
()
Date: October 20, 2010 10:03PM
listen to this wonderful song. very inspirational
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Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
lur king
()
Date: October 20, 2010 10:26PM
I will NEVER look at another mango the same....
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
bloody blisters
()
Date: October 20, 2010 11:23PM
its as cold as the motherfuckin rockies
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
eesh
()
Date: October 21, 2010 01:15AM
Alias and her mammary glands.
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Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
Mr. Misery
()
Date: October 21, 2010 01:27AM
watched this documentary, Made in Jamaica last night. It was 'aight. Way too much dancehall, not enough reggae. Good performances by Gregory Isaacs, Bunny Wailer and Toots. But man, those Jamaican dancehall girlies is tiiiiight!!!
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Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
Mr. Misery
()
Date: October 21, 2010 01:29AM
waiting for an excuse to post this
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Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
Alias
()
Date: October 21, 2010 12:08PM
eesh out on a stroll.
Hey, what are those marks on your legs, eesh? They look like tattoos. Are they real or just those stick on things?
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Hey, what are those marks on your legs, eesh? They look like tattoos. Are they real or just those stick on things?
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Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
eesh
()
Date: October 21, 2010 12:10PM
That's awful Alias, making fun of a seriously disabled person. You should be ashamed.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 10/21/2010 12:10PM by eesh.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 10/21/2010 12:10PM by eesh.
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
Alias
()
Date: October 21, 2010 12:21PM
eesh Wrote:
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> That's awful Alias, making fun of a seriously
> disabled person. You should be ashamed.
but i wasn't making fun of him!
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> That's awful Alias, making fun of a seriously
> disabled person. You should be ashamed.
but i wasn't making fun of him!
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
Farty McFarteson
()
Date: October 21, 2010 12:48PM
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
Conie
()
Date: October 23, 2010 03:33PM
Mr. Misery Wrote:
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> .
Ewww...Miz, why would you post that??
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> .
Ewww...Miz, why would you post that??
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
eesh no want no short short man!
()
Date: October 23, 2010 03:36PM
eesh Wrote:
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> Troll@AOL Wrote:
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> > What a large PENIS.
> > .
>
>
>
>
> Kinda short don't you think?
Definitely too short for your taste, eesh!
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> Troll@AOL Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
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> > What a large PENIS.
> > .
>
>
>
>
> Kinda short don't you think?
Definitely too short for your taste, eesh!
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
Jesus Christ Superstar
()
Date: October 23, 2010 11:31PM
Anything anything?
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Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
Jesus Christ Superstar
()
Date: October 23, 2010 11:33PM
Jesus is NOT happy
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Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
Jesus Christ Superstar
()
Date: October 23, 2010 11:34PM
Jesus. What an asskicker
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Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
themuse
()
Date: October 24, 2010 12:42AM
Jesus Christ Superstar Wrote:
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> Jesus. What an asskicker
sorry jesus, but again, what you have to say interests me none.
get the fuck out. go home to daddy. sick of all your reminders and the idiots that elected you.
lub, themuse.
yeefuckinghaw
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> Jesus. What an asskicker
sorry jesus, but again, what you have to say interests me none.
get the fuck out. go home to daddy. sick of all your reminders and the idiots that elected you.
lub, themuse.
yeefuckinghaw
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
Jesus Christ Superstar
()
Date: October 25, 2010 04:46PM
themuse Wrote:
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> Jesus Christ Superstar Wrote:
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> > Jesus. What an asskicker
>
>
> sorry jesus, but again, what you have to say
> interests me none.
> get the fuck out. go home to daddy. sick of all
> your reminders and the idiots that elected you.
>
> lub, themuse.
Somebody's toilet paper got switched out with the cheap stuff
Cry me a river,
I'll build you a boat and let you sail back to africa,
You can live amongst your peoples
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> Jesus Christ Superstar Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Jesus. What an asskicker
>
>
> sorry jesus, but again, what you have to say
> interests me none.
> get the fuck out. go home to daddy. sick of all
> your reminders and the idiots that elected you.
>
> lub, themuse.
Somebody's toilet paper got switched out with the cheap stuff
Cry me a river,
I'll build you a boat and let you sail back to africa,
You can live amongst your peoples
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
graymoose1
()
Date: October 26, 2010 05:01PM
Hot or Not??
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Posted by:
Wahhh
()
Date: October 26, 2010 05:05PM
I say she is a cut above the rest.
graymoose1 Wrote:
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> Hot or Not??
graymoose1 Wrote:
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> Hot or Not??
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
MrMephisto
()
Date: October 26, 2010 05:20PM
Wahhh Wrote:
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> I say she is a cut above the rest.
She was. Really great gal. But, when her boyfriend left her, she just fell to pieces.
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13 4826 0948 82695 25847. Yes.
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> I say she is a cut above the rest.
She was. Really great gal. But, when her boyfriend left her, she just fell to pieces.
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13 4826 0948 82695 25847. Yes.
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
graymoose1
()
Date: October 26, 2010 07:55PM
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Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
graymoose1
()
Date: October 27, 2010 09:55PM
lmao
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Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
bloody blisters
()
Date: November 05, 2010 11:55PM
eesh Wrote:
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the awesomness is sblowing my mind man.
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the awesomness is sblowing my mind man.
Re: Anything You Want
Posted by:
Mr. Misery
()
Date: November 07, 2010 06:38PM
hey, doods, look......