Ripped, torn, and sewn back together.

Jan 19, 2006 15:16

Once upon a time there was a little boy named Mike. At a young age, he discovered that he had the ability to do things that other kids couldn't do. Get away with murder. There weren't any actual murders to get away with, but never say never. There's still that little stuttering bastard in New York I want to get my hands on. Anyway, back to the ( Read more... )

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mike_patton January 23 2006, 10:38:06 UTC
Life's a bitch. Come on back and be mine.

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mike_patton April 17 2006, 13:51:41 UTC
You pansy ass. Undelete.

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nat_appleton January 19 2006, 23:11:02 UTC
Oh this has all the makings of being fabulous.

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mike_patton January 23 2006, 10:38:19 UTC
You missed me, didn't you?

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applef January 21 2006, 20:16:08 UTC
Well, look what the motherfucking cat dragged in. Still itching?

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mike_patton January 23 2006, 10:38:48 UTC
Speaking of pussy, does yours still require a shot afterward?

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jonsi_birgisson January 23 2006, 20:04:02 UTC
Really excited to see you around. I added you.

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mike_patton January 24 2006, 10:58:15 UTC
If you're excited, I'm downright poppin'. Thanks.

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jennifer_leigh February 8 2006, 21:34:27 UTC
Who needs an enemy with a friend like you, or something equally perverse and...excited. I wasn't even sure I was capable of that anymore.

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mike_patton March 6 2006, 15:00:48 UTC
Dig deeper and then, dig a little deeper than that. I'm the best enemy and friend that you could ever ask for.

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