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I tend to do that a lot, don't I?

you cant help it.

lucky bastard

doom 3 looks hiiighper
it's like a cross between resident evil and that arnold schwartzenegger movie on mars

when my grandpa still lived in florida...instead of with us grrr...we used to drive down to visit. our favorite thing to do on the way was count how many waffle houses you could see from the highway...i believe the last time we went the number was in the high 600's.
and you should know by now that church=stupidity. either that or it equals molestation of choir boys...which kinda falls under stupidity. hmm.
and as for the people you had to see, i try to avoid them...you may have got, you're getting fat, which i get all the time, but at least you didn't get you're not married yet? why dont you have kids? you should get a job thats made for girls. like a stewardess....and this mostly comes from my grandfather and his friends. and at least you only have to see this people on rare occasions...not every fucking day. ill give you a dollar to shoot me.

I know, I know. they really are nice people though, just misled. oh, I got plenty of questions about my marriage prospects, or complete lack thereof.

wow that is one bad night man. though that reminds me of the story my sister was telling me about her truck today. they had it fixed but when they got it back it was making a whistling sound at the window. so they called and told the girl and she said to come in. she heard the noise and said they'd order a new seal. for about a month jessie called and called seeing if this seal had come in and they just kept blowing her off. so then my brother in law calls and gets pissed at the chick when she says there was no noise it was that he was driving the truck wrong. now what the fuck? so mike asks to talk to a hire up. the vice pres wanted to meet with him. mike goes, vice is no show. mike leaves. vice calls jess and says he just missed mike. so the guy comes to their house and says oh im sorry for the inconvience...i know what the problem is. i could fix it right now if you have a phillips screw driver. mike says no. vice guy doesnt understand. mike says you put me through shit for over a month. i want you to take my truck in, fix it, wash and detail it, i want my gas money back for driving back and forth, and i want your truck to drive to work tomorrow. i love my brother in law.

heh, rock. way to demand quality service.

leave one alive to put in after its done...so that she knows what the bloody blown up bits stuck to her clothes are.

I don't think they'd blow up so much as they'd start cooking amongst her clothes.

hi, nice to meet you, I'm reality.

hi reality im self delusion. its nice here.

i need to see it too. i wonder if id have to drag boyfriend there.

somehow I don't think you'll have to drag him there.

because I hate salad, and it was my other option. anyway, its only real purpose was to lay down a base for the medium rare ribeye steak.

she was way out of my league. she probably would have screamed. come to think of it, I don't have a league.

i like salad. tis good.

cant imagine why youd want a camera down your throat.

the full-color pictures are neat looking. I'm thinking about trying to get copies of them this time.

ur a fuqn fag lol!!!!!!!!

and

i forget the rest, been having nightmares all day.

stories to follow, upon my return to MIRCD LAND

i am hgirl! fear me and my hatred filled brain.