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| paste! | to the rescue for sure | 020918 |
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| paste! |
stripped down like a pint of hairgel in the wrong part of town, the ancient cluster of mousetraps finally found something to converge upon. a radish! a nebulous obsolete dirty radish with no connection to it's past but a string of ears, bloody leather chaps and a sidelong glance that'd strike fear into any we interrupt this important broadcast to re and another important message from our le now for an extra-special reminder to fr |
021025 |
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| xdael | without haircuts, Illy nay a cancun sky | 021026 |
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| bethany | pourquoi pas les haricots verts? | 021026 |
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| paste! |
det er sann at uten bønner der er ikke noen himmel y adicionalmente ...les haricots verts sont des causes de mort au ciel aber schwarze bohnen sind viel besser für den himmel e definitivamente, feijões de pinto são a coisa melhor para o céu |
021027 |
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| qi wen | wu dou wu tian | 021027 |
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| unhinged | i love you paste. i think i would marry you. and especially i realize the lunacy of this statement. | 021027 |
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| paste! |
that made me smile. sono ammutolito con blushing. sheer lunacy! je pense que ce unhinged est super |
021101 |
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| unhinged |
*blush* *smile* |
021101 |
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| unhinged | scooch_closer | 021103 |