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i have a dog once i get a pic ill post it
its a black lab named diamond my foot itches i cant scratch it without it tickling YAY 2500TH POST half way to 5000 
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...  If you can't dazzle 'em with brilliance...Baffle 'em with bullshit My Karma ran over my Dogma God WAS my co-pilot...But, we crashed in the mountains and...I had to eat him I'm suffocating in what's become of me... The rancid remains of what I used to be
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AHHHHHH!!!! TOOOO.....CUTE....
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aww how cutte!! lol i got 3 dogs and 3 cats all together, but my own animal is a black cat named Nikki..short 4 Nic-Nac...heres a pic, but he kinda looks retarded
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You are my life I love you Brittany "Then i'm gonna get a keychain attached to my balls so i always know where my keys and my balls are" - Dennis Leary The end of loss brings a new world order In society, the government lables us "Americans" to represent ourselves In a land of non-freedom With the "Freedom" of speech, we still get denied our rights to speak our mind Nothing but a bunch of old time fascists wanting nothing more than to stop the idea of ideas. Ideas build us, build us inside Everyday someones getting stuck in a cell for a crime they did not commit Since when is opinion against the law, against the rights of society?
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my pet
here is me and my pony chalkie
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Can you imagine the feel of terror? The feels of several sweat drops dripping down your neck from fear? Can you imagine the perfect murder? Can you imagine yourself being in the centre of attention in a true perfect murder? You cannot imagine all the fear summed up inside the world to make a true murder. Not even in your worst nightmares. In a murder, you scream and shout so loud for your life. But there is no one there to hear it. Does sound exist if no one hears you? A killer stalks you with a long butcher knife, or an axe. You turn around a stream so loud, the loudest you had ever screamed in your entire life! Your inner mind hears a thousand cries for help, but only one of them can make it through. You try to escape; you run, you hide, but the killer can find you. Whether you are hiding behind a tree, or hiding under your bed, the killer knows you are there. It knows, and it can tell. All these murders never happen in the light, in the afternoon, in the morning, but in god’s eyes, it does, and it happens, every single minute of the day, in the dark. You can tell when it is a bad night. It could be a full moon night, or Friday the 13th, or it could be just a bit more quiet, and a bit more dark, and the breeze may be a bit cooler, and the crows will fly a bit higher.
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