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Oh shit. Hello livejournal, how are you this particular evening ( Read more... ) -
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Guys.
Lets go to Silent Hill and hunt demons. -
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I figured Bebe, Lizzie and Shelley might enjoy this.
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Ooooooookay
Well, apparently my dad is Ozzie Osbourne. Either way, we survived. My basement is flooded, but we survived.
Dad was overdramatic, as usual. He should be in a soap opera or something
Anyway, guys, I had this dream last night...
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WORST WEEK EVER.
B>TRENT BOYETT AND SOUTH PARK RIPPER@@@@@@@@@ -
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Whoo, I'm being invited to a jam session with Cartman and Lizzie. That sounds like kick ass times. We're all gonna go up to where Cartman and Bebe are, and just chill out and play some tunes. Lizzie's gonna be on guitar, me on bass and Kenny on drums. I guess Cartman will be singing and playing keyboard or something. I know I'm singing, too ( Read more... ) -
Good Night, Sweet Prince
STANLEY ROBERT MARSH
OCTOBER 19, 1991 - JUNE 16, 2008
FAMILY. LOVER. FRIEND.
Good night, sweet prince
And may a flock of angels sing thee to thy rest.
Holy fuck you guys, I'm gonna die today.
My parents are at the airport now picking her up.
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Dammit
I'm gonna die.
Shelley is coming home on Monday.
Clyde, I certainly hope you're off this weekend. Cause we won't be able to have sex EVER AGAIN after she gets home. EVER. -
DUDE!
CARTMAN
BEBE
NOT FUCKING COOL. I KNOW YOU TWO ARE BEHIND THIS.
Who the fuck else would order City Chicken and City Veal and send it to my house?!
Totally not fucking cool. God dammit.
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Hey Clyde.
You wanna go to the fair with me?