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| Oct 27, 2007 @ 4:54 AM |
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Sylvan69
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I like tuna fish sandwiches. 
But I had a fish fry for dinner. I think it was haddock. 
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| Oct 27, 2007 @ 1:33 PM |
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Sylvan69
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This one is Sully's. I copied it from the "tell a lie" thread.
ladies and gentlemen,hobo's and tramps.
bug-eyed mosquitoes and bowlegged ants
i'm about to tell you a story,
I've never heard before.
so pull up a chair and sit on the floor.
admission is free,so pay at the door.
one fine day,in the middle of the night,
two dead boys got up to fight.
back to back,they faced each other,
drew their swords,and shot each other.
a deaf policeman heard the noise
and saved the lives of the two dead boys.
If you don't believe my lies are true,
ask the blind man,he saw it too.
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| Oct 27, 2007 @ 6:51 PM |
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stickman908
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Hehe I love it
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| Oct 27, 2007 @ 6:54 PM |
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ynot7769
Posts: 17,359
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 post folks post!!! . 
*runs thru throwing cole slaw and aiming at 17,000 posts *
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| Oct 27, 2007 @ 6:58 PM |
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Sylvan69
Posts: 497
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You get paid "per post" dont you?
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| Oct 30, 2007 @ 9:53 AM |
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stickman908
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She clings onto the darkness hiding in the shadows.Grim faces surround her,
tasting her thoughts watching on as madness clenches her mind like a closing fist.
They start to laugh manically,pointing at her, ridiculing until her shell becomes cold and breathless. An aura of light radiates from her body, violins play in the background,crotchets and quavers dance around the room. A flotilla of purple butterflies serenade her ruby lips like warm kisses, their wings expand embracing
her head as her body partakes in an eliptical dance.
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| Oct 30, 2007 @ 7:46 PM |
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Sylvan69
Posts: 497
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I was drivin' down I-90 last night when this car cut me off. Wrote a song about it wanna here it here it goes.....
Were you born and asshole? Or did you work at it your whole life?
Either way it worked out fine, cause you're an asshole tonight!
Yes you're A-S-S-H-O-L-E and dont you try to blame it on me
You deserve all the credit. You're an asshole tonight!
You were an asshole yesterday. You're asshole tonight.
And Ive got feeling you'll be an asshole the rest of your life.
I was talking to your mother, just the other night
I told her I thought you were an asshole, she said, "yes, I think you're right".
And all your friends are assholes cause you've known them your whole life
And somebody told me, you've got an asshole for a wife.
Were you born an asshole? Or did you work at it your whole life?
Either way it worked out fine, cause you're an asshole tonight!
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| Oct 31, 2007 @ 12:06 AM |
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SpunkyRed
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U tell em baybeeee!!!! 
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| Oct 31, 2007 @ 2:23 PM |
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stickman908
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Lips moving without words, soft, unspoken. Tasting the lemonade from her cup and telling. She crossed her legs and sat back into the chair, letting her arms flop over at either side of the armrest, as though to portray an image of being somehow cool. I mean, the thing that bothered me the most was she didn't even pretend to care. Her reputation was longer than her arm and not in a good sense, but she managed get her claws into him somehow.
Hindsight occured to me as I walked back from the party late that night. I knew I should have called him but I continued into the scattered darkness and hurried home. I opened my purse and took out the door key, wiping my feet hastily on the mat as I entered the house.
I hated coming home to an empty house, though sharing it with somebody after living by myself for so long was a far worse concept. Peace and quiet is sometimes all I desire, moments away from the madness. Time to observe lifes precious gifts, borrowed time that waits for no man like a bubble that breaks at my very touch and transcends into over a thousand drops of liquid on the floor.
I brushed unopened letters carefully to one side with my foot and stumbled into the living room to switch on the light. My attention was immediately drawn to a box sitting on my coffee table, it wasn't there when I left and I certainly didn't put it there. I walked over cautiously. The lid sprung open, I was pleasantly surprised by what I found hiding inside. A dark figure caught my eye I glanced up and to my astonishment she stood there, leaning against the doorway with a knife in her hand.
I felt a lump appear in my throat as I tried to wash it down with a huge gulp, my chest tightened and the sweat poured from my forehead. "Would you like me to get you a drink" she said dissapearing into the kitchen and wearing the apron my mother had bought me as a joke last christmas.
© 2007 Juliet Forshaw
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