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Post by plasticgirl on Dec 27, 2003 23:57:39 GMT -5
I like to imagine locking Jennifer Connelly and Hugh Jackman in a steam room and then make them consume enormous amounts of chocolate ice cream and pizza and then have them pleasure me feeling okay there deary?
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Post by slack alice on Dec 28, 2003 0:01:02 GMT -5
I'm not OK. I'm confused. What's going on?
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Post by mlf on Dec 28, 2003 0:02:14 GMT -5
im confused too. i don't think those shots of grappa helped much either.
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Post by lordfucko on Dec 28, 2003 0:02:24 GMT -5
ahh i'm alright.
poooooo.
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Post by plasticgirl on Dec 28, 2003 0:03:08 GMT -5
i got lost a while ago...
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Post by slack alice on Dec 28, 2003 0:03:59 GMT -5
I changed my password. So now can't I be Bastard Brains?
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Post by lordfucko on Dec 28, 2003 0:04:40 GMT -5
Just one more drink and then I should be on my way home. I'm not entirely sure what you're talking about. I've had a really nice time, but my dogs need to be fed. I must say that in the right light you look like Shackleton. Comment allez-vous ce soir? Je suis comme ci comme ça. Yes, a penguin taught me French back in Antarctica. I could show you the way shadows colonize snow. Ice breaking up on the bay off the Lassiter coast. Light failing over the pole as every longitude leads up to your frost bitten feet. Oh, you're very sweet, thank you for the flowers and the book by Derrida, but I must be getting back to dear Antarctica. Say, do you have a ship and a dozen able men that maybe you could lend me?
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Post by plasticgirl on Dec 28, 2003 0:04:56 GMT -5
what the hell? you're a guest now!
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Post by plasticgirl on Dec 28, 2003 0:05:56 GMT -5
Just one more drink and then I should be on my way home. I'm not entirely sure what you're talking about. I've had a really nice time, but my dogs need to be fed. I must say that in the right light you look like Shackleton. Comment allez-vous ce soir? Je suis comme ci comme ça. Yes, a penguin taught me French back in Antarctica. I could show you the way shadows colonize snow. Ice breaking up on the bay off the Lassiter coast. Light failing over the pole as every longitude leads up to your frost bitten feet. Oh, you're very sweet, thank you for the flowers and the book by Derrida, but I must be getting back to dear Antarctica. Say, do you have a ship and a dozen able men that maybe you could lend me? sweetheart you need help!
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Post by slack alice on Dec 28, 2003 0:07:14 GMT -5
Penguins don't live in the North Pole. That's a common misconception. They're indigenous to the Antarctic. I know you didn't say that Daisy...but I just thought of it.
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Post by mlf on Dec 28, 2003 0:07:39 GMT -5
reminds me of donna tartt.... a good thing.
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Post by Dan the G-Man on Dec 28, 2003 0:08:16 GMT -5
Sarah. Log in I sent you a PM.
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Post by slack alice on Dec 28, 2003 0:08:32 GMT -5
I love Donna Tartt.
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Post by plasticgirl on Dec 28, 2003 0:08:47 GMT -5
SLACK! you're not getting your post count up being a guest!
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Post by slack alice on Dec 28, 2003 0:10:24 GMT -5
I'm not upset. I just don't see why I can't be a bastard brains.
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Post by Dan the G-Man on Dec 28, 2003 0:11:22 GMT -5
137 more posts you can be.
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Post by mlf on Dec 28, 2003 0:11:33 GMT -5
i loved the secret history, i am now reading the little friend (is that what it's called? this grappa's good...) anyway, it features a dream that reminded me of daisy girl's little passage above.
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Post by slack alice on Dec 28, 2003 0:12:20 GMT -5
Ok but if someone takes it before me I want it known that it was all my idea.
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Post by Dan the G-Man on Dec 28, 2003 0:13:42 GMT -5
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Post by plasticgirl on Dec 28, 2003 0:14:01 GMT -5
offical witness
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