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Sunday, November 27, 2005
Another thing about chicks is that they don't listen. I thought I said I don't want to talk about it? For the record, no, I am not angry with any of you in particular, I was just pissed temporarily at the particular combination of circumstances. That's life, isn't it? You have to roll with the blows. Anyway, thanks for messaging me to ask me about it. It's nice to know you care.
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Yah, I have a serious problem with those baby chickens too.
They'll make for a tasty meal someday though.
They'll make for a tasty meal someday though.
Hey, at least you get to talk to them. For me, the most I do is talk to them on Messenger. Ok, two. Rarely too.
El Supremo, you'll kick ass eh?
sb:
Haha. You don't want to talk, because if you do you'll probably
start stabbing your balls in digust and exasperation.
sb:
Haha. You don't want to talk, because if you do you'll probably
start stabbing your balls in digust and exasperation.
Yikes. Oh well.
Can't live with them, can't live without them. (Unless you think getting acquainted with your right hand is better than sex)
But I do agree with the way some girls consider their boyfriends the centre of their universe.
Post a CommentCan't live with them, can't live without them. (Unless you think getting acquainted with your right hand is better than sex)
But I do agree with the way some girls consider their boyfriends the centre of their universe.
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