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08-20-2010, 03:54 PM
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CGD..you contemptuous slut---you.
I'm talking...real practice, baby. And, of course, plenty of warmed olive oil. For KGB to grow that tall he would have to soak in a vat of olive oil for about 2 hours and then stick himself in and out of a tunnel in the side of a hill.... quicken the pace...and then vomit. 
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08-20-2010, 03:56 PM
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#6
08-20-2010, 06:24 PM
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gooey!!
baby!! Run away with me!.....let's get out of this glorified mess without Dennis Hopper and boil down the highway in a deified stress called our very own chopper!! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IxuThNgl3YA woooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!
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#7
08-20-2010, 07:30 PM
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Gooey..yer buinin' me out ovah heah.
Wish I could plug the song in, but I can't. Is very fine work: I was born On a side road far from here While the town was burning Out my dark window I was crowned With a cage of cold barbed-wire And my bottle I keep with me Even till now Curse my pain Curse the sunrise every dawn Oh yeah Oh those sidewalks ran me ragged Yeah those cracks my only guide.. oh Long for midnight Long for darkness sweet release..oh yes Beg the alleys For your endless time to cease Screaming blackbird on my shoulder Mark my nearness to his youth.. oh Left my senses reeling As he cried "I understand you".. oh Try the handle Try the doorway try the path Try to enter.. to enter And to find some solace there Oh there In this clearing You'll find nothing but a song Give it breath give it sunshine And with you it will belong.. oh belong It will whisper It will stir a gentle breeze It's hands are your hands They will take you where you please If you please Will you choose to be gentle Its just your life whatever you feel Are we blind for a reason Or is it just to make it real.. oh real Show me do Give me seashells for my ears Tell your neighbours.. oh And forgive them for their fears
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