succubusgirl:
i love the fu man chu!
my god. let me not go to dallas and florida.
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stuartdance:
i just work a litlte much, would like to just wake up not feel the pressure of travel etc. ..such is life.
succubusgirl:
you are a nut!
gettin out on tour yall. will be around though. stay warm
I wish that i had some yellow pants
notraps_spiltoh:
i have some yellow shorts.
perhaps you could borrow them one day....
perhaps you could borrow them one day....
succubusgirl:
you are such a dork! 
circulation through the bucket.
silly that the physical often takes the first abuse of the absence of the mind.
silly that the physical often takes the first abuse of the absence of the mind.
ripping off lately:
Where are we going? I asked him.
"I don't know," he said. "Just driving".
"But this road does not go anywhere," I told him.
"That doesn't matter."
"What does?" I asked, after a little while.
"Just that we're on it, dude," he said
Where are we going? I asked him.
"I don't know," he said. "Just driving".
"But this road does not go anywhere," I told him.
"That doesn't matter."
"What does?" I asked, after a little while.
"Just that we're on it, dude," he said
Stuart: i'm glad we grow underwater
Jayson: like seaweed
>Stuart: brie weed
... oceans of cheese
and not a cracker for miles
Jayson: like seaweed
>Stuart: brie weed
... oceans of cheese
and not a cracker for miles
i think i'll always love the index finger
right on.
"There are times, however, and this is one of them, when even being right feels wrong. What do you say, for instance, about a generation that has been taught that rain is poison and sex is death? If making love might be fatal and if a cool spring breeze on any summer afternoon can turn a crystal blue lake into a puddle of...
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"There are times, however, and this is one of them, when even being right feels wrong. What do you say, for instance, about a generation that has been taught that rain is poison and sex is death? If making love might be fatal and if a cool spring breeze on any summer afternoon can turn a crystal blue lake into a puddle of...
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