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dubstylenine

haaa...

that will go down in history of one of my all-time favorite stories.

right up there with the time at the sub shop when you asked the guy with the mr. big chocolate bar in his pocket if he was just glad to see you?

i don't think he got it.

girl27

"i don't think he got it."

And with that sense of humour, he obviously ain't getting any, either. ;)

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  • Interpol, Not Even Jail:

    I'll lay down my glasses
    I'll lay down in houses
    If things come alive

    I'll subtract pain by ounces
    I will start painting houses
    If things come alive

    I promise to commit no acts of violence
    Either physical or otherwise
    If things come alive

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