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:: Thursday, April 24, 2003 :: I walked up on a jet black Matt, started speaking SPANISH!!:: Wednesday, April 23, 2003 :: Silly Slip-Hole, you're hoarding Matts books!! Most respond after a few pricks from the horse needle, wrenching in pain towards a crooked release. Stifled tomes tumble and splatter. Look at your sheepish grin, teeth gleaming and coated with bullsteaks and treefruit. I don't like to but you've forced me to perch myself in your flesh hammock where here I can drop taco salads on the lodges, stare at angles and reads what I came to read from the reverse. Haha. Resist all you want but when the Guin-head crushes your spleen, who's clean steam tree will lower the sloping choke rope?:: Monday, April 21, 2003 :: test
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