clevohardcore
* Kick\'n ass on the wild side *
Posts: 12937
Registered: 9-19-2004
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Mood: Sick Of It All, Youth Of Today
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Lindsay Lohan
Skank, but so hot. No idea why I posted this. I wonder how many dudes have hit that since she has been going down hill. You figure by now someone
would vid her going down on them in a bathroom for blow.
Each aspect of the soul has it's own part to play, but the ideal is harmonious agreement with reason and control.
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wez138
Senior Member
Posts: 651
Registered: 12-1-2009
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Mood: TMMB's.
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I wouldn't touch her with a stolen dick!
Living a life kept shut by a dream,
I'm reaching out to grasp my reality.
Hands of time wrap tight around my neck, and hit me so hard,
leaving me eyes black.
staring at a ceiling,
wondering why i never left,
penning words in a notebook,
wondering why haven't slept.
sanity is tapping in a cell
inside my fucking head.
begging for redemption
after hearing what was said.
the nights, they will not sleep
cause the days, have played for keeps.
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spyderdog
Member
Posts: 413
Registered: 2-21-2010
Location: PHOENIX, ARIZONA
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Mood: my own dumb ass band....yeah im like that
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that girl has penis fly trap written all over her
would not do
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BDx13
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oh no, she's the worst.
ok, maybe paris hilton is still the worst, but that thing is close.
If I fail math, there goes my chance at a good job and a happy life full of hard work.
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wez138
Senior Member
Posts: 651
Registered: 12-1-2009
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Mood: TMMB's.
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| Quote: | Originally posted by BD
oh no, she's the worst.
ok, maybe paris hilton is still the worst, but that thing is close. |
I remember a few years back watching that film, the house of wax at the cinema with my ever so charming ex and actually nearly shouting out "YES" when
that little scab got that pole through her head..........(I know it's only a film,but the things i'd like to do to that horrendous carcass of a oxygen
stealer aint even funny)
Living a life kept shut by a dream,
I'm reaching out to grasp my reality.
Hands of time wrap tight around my neck, and hit me so hard,
leaving me eyes black.
staring at a ceiling,
wondering why i never left,
penning words in a notebook,
wondering why haven't slept.
sanity is tapping in a cell
inside my fucking head.
begging for redemption
after hearing what was said.
the nights, they will not sleep
cause the days, have played for keeps.
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