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10-12-2010, 07:01 PM
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Snowmen and SnowGirls...I have an announcement to make.
Like anyone cares. Or is even here,for that matter. My days are numbered in hours. I have decided, after much empty thought, it is time for me to decide what I want to be when I grow up. Alway best done before one does grow up.Saying as much and having finally put most things behind me; and those I have not-- I am pretending they are not there, like any even tempred adult would do.......I will be gone and I do mean like sssssssssssssssso gone from these woods and this retched site. I doubt I will finish the C.A's and ,of course, anyone can pick up from where I leave. I would think Monday latest...and that's it. From here there and everywhere. Not even the reopening of the Padlock will change this decision. And please, for once in your lives...don't applaud and embarrass me. 
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10-12-2010, 07:23 PM
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You're like the stereotypical opera singer fromt the 50's that every single member of the entourage had to placate and applaud and complement until they came around and until the next little self indulgent outburst... the next little episode of me-ism. The next FEEL SORRY FOR ME event they they all got free tix to on a weekly basis. Look... you're not the gawky girl who is always picked last for the team and who keeps a diary complete with cutouts from bridal magazines pasted over pictures of her yappy little dogs who her parents wish would die already cause they stopped being cute after about a week. You're not the Jew-fro'd redhead dangly-spider armed kid who no one will eat lunch with and who smells like a combination of egg salad, Bernsteins vinagrette and 3 days old vomit. You're not the weird fat lady who lives up the hill in the house with newspapers littering the driveway and too many cats... with the funny smell that gets even worse when the kids throw eggs at it on halloween or TP before they climb and adorn the trees with tampons if there's a chance of rain on that one night when they're sorta allowed to be little mosters. You are Morty for God sake. Stop the sissiness and write a God damned poem and finish your death list and continue on with the muff jokes cause wading and wallowing in a sea of self pity, doubt and defeatism does not suit you Sir. Are we clear?
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10-12-2010, 07:26 PM
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Oh yeah forgot to put kissie at the end.
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10-12-2010, 07:37 PM
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gooski!!!!!
You beast!! whoa!!.....that is maybe the funniest stuff I have ever read here! Even bettah than mine!! what the fucl< am I saying?? You fucl<ing rapier tongued bush whistle. I'll rip that tongue out ..that's one less thing you'll wag at innocent people.Then I will stick your ENTIRE little body in my head freezer so you can scare them to death for Halloween. You are the filthiest ,fan tailed sewer mouth wench I ever saw. Why you still give my pud a SmileyWoody---I'll never know.
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10-13-2010, 12:58 AM
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10-12-2010, 07:51 PM
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10-12-2010, 07:47 PM
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Ah..he isn't ?
__________________
We've Gone Delirious
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10-13-2010, 08:16 AM
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10-13-2010, 08:23 AM
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Look... you're not the gawky girl who is always picked last for the team and who keeps a diary complete with cutouts from bridal magazines pasted over pictures of her yappy little dogs who her parents wish would die already cause they stopped being cute after about a week.
^^^^ MuffInTexas.
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