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August 20, 2005
Lord of the Rings
She said, “Oh come on, you know Medea.”
I said, “Oh, I don’t even know my ass’s name.”
Then God blessed me with a perfect ring of tubacka smoke, level, into the back rest.
I’ll end on the beach.
I expect to find one set of footprints there.
I get carried away.
Posted by peligrito at August 20, 2005 1:13 PM
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