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09-22-2006, 01:02 PM
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the "bird"
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"Little, vicious minds abound with anger and revenge, and are incapable of feeling the pleasure of forgiving their enemies." Earl of Chesterfield "A man that studieth revenge keeps his own wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well." Francis Bacon
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09-22-2006, 01:16 PM
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bald eagle :D
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Don't mess with me or I'll rip your arms off and beat you to death with the soggy end DVD
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09-22-2006, 01:23 PM
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This reminds me of a drinking game where u keep asking questions back and forth, you can't answer them, and eventually you just start asking the most absured questions and then u answer them by accident, then you lose and go to the next person. Sounds stupid but it is a fun drinking game.
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09-22-2006, 01:24 PM
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09-22-2006, 01:38 PM
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leatherface :)
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Snow falling and night falling fast, oh fast In a field I looked into going past, And the ground almost covered smooth in snow, But a few weeds and stubble showing last. The woods around it have it--it is theirs. All the animals are smothered in their lairs. I am too absent-spirited to count; The loneliness incluces me unawares. And lonely as it is, that loneliness Will be more lonely ere it will be less-- A blanker whiteness of benighted snow With no expression, nothing to express. They cannot scare me with their empty spaces Between stars--on stars where no human race is. I have it in me so much nearer home To scare myself with my own desert places. Desert Places--Robert Frost
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09-22-2006, 01:40 PM
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09-22-2006, 01:44 PM
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Snow falling and night falling fast, oh fast In a field I looked into going past, And the ground almost covered smooth in snow, But a few weeds and stubble showing last. The woods around it have it--it is theirs. All the animals are smothered in their lairs. I am too absent-spirited to count; The loneliness incluces me unawares. And lonely as it is, that loneliness Will be more lonely ere it will be less-- A blanker whiteness of benighted snow With no expression, nothing to express. They cannot scare me with their empty spaces Between stars--on stars where no human race is. I have it in me so much nearer home To scare myself with my own desert places. Desert Places--Robert Frost
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09-22-2006, 01:47 PM
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n00bs
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"Little, vicious minds abound with anger and revenge, and are incapable of feeling the pleasure of forgiving their enemies." Earl of Chesterfield "A man that studieth revenge keeps his own wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well." Francis Bacon
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