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You ever eat a heart, dirty?
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ehh.. being a new person here i was just wondering if i was doing ok... like i said... it was stupid to make a thread i suppose
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i have eaten a heart... in a dream, i killed a bastard that was attacking me and ate his heart raw...
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This is a very weird thread that's for sure.......but I'm starting to understand dirT, and it is just for effect. Interesting dirT!
I have already answered the question, just curious as to what this was all about.
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06-07-2004, 03:58 PM
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I love you too dirT...now bend over so I can give you my BABY :eek:
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Re: dirT loves you
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06-07-2004, 06:34 PM
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Well, DirT, what can I say... Though we haven't talked much yet, I guess we're getting along pretty well, you're one of the good guys... :0)
Just have some trouble to understand the purpose of this thread...
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06-07-2004, 09:03 PM
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You guys are kidding, right?...This thread has just about as much relevance as 70% of the other threads here:rolleyes: ...What's the problem?...Give me a break:p
Anyway...I think you're cool, Dirt
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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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