Familiar places and familiar sounds always bring back memories of forgotten youth and twisted hearts. Broken glass runs like track marks on the ground and the smell of fresh blood lingers in the air. The two fateful romantics lose there breath as they run away from the noise and confusion that is everyday life. In a heap on the floor with only
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I have nothing really to comment or criticise on the above post. I guess it's just too meaningful for me after seeing someone shove their fingers up a lassie's bum this morning, n'ahm sayin'?
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I'll add you on to my friends-list, my handsome side-kick. WHITE-EHHH FIR YER MON-EHHH!!
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Michelle was loving every moment of me speaking to her man. She loves me more than the Murderdolls.
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Or say it's just a phase, cos it's not proper emotion is it Eileen? You can only get that through a good thrashing with tha wonder stick.
dear lord peni r ugly.
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