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chaosbean |
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So happy to see strides were taken in my absense today
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6:10 pm - Thursday,September 11, 2003
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Matt |
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No no no... Dr. Pepper, I promise. Oh, and I have a case of root beer in my fridge you're more than welcome to, Emo. You too, Jenn. :P Anyways, I've been thinking about this ankles made of steel thing, and I've concluded that it just won't work. Wouldn't it be really hard to run with ankles made of steel? They'd pretty much have to be heavy, right? Yeah, I thought so, too.
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4:28 pm - Thursday,September 11, 2003
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litres?! That's like half a bottle of rootbeer. Disgusting. The big bottles too, not just those pesky tiny ones either. This entry brought to you by the letter A the number 21 and the word cum.
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11:20 am - Thursday,September 11, 2003
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sham |
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"Hey lady, whatcha doin? Why? Why? Okay I love you, buh bye."
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9:12 am - Thursday,September 11, 2003
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Caz is a mate of mine who's been Stateside for the last four months or so. There's much mutual filling-in to be done. Not in a sexual way, y'understand? Ah that sounded wrong.
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9:08 am - Thursday,September 11, 2003
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right, I'm bringing ths up to 1460 then I'm off out for copious amounts of drinking and catching up with Caz.
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9:04 am - Thursday,September 11, 2003
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you ever wonder how seedless grapes reproduce? I used to until someone told me they're genetic fuck-ups. This made me feel better about eating grapes, oddly enough.
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9:01 am - Thursday,September 11, 2003
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I was really disappointed by pints in the States. Wussy not-real-pint American drinkers. Pah. And what's with calling Bulmers 'Magners', eh? Answer me that.
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8:52 am - Thursday,September 11, 2003
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also, the vision thing? 20/20 is bang-on perfect vision, meaning that you see at 20 feet what someone with perfect vision sees at 20 feet. 20/40 means you see at 20 feet what someone with perfect vision sees at 40, etc etc. Aren't you glad you asked now?
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8:45 am - Thursday,September 11, 2003
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