i guess if you are going to look at nude 13 year olds, they might as well be crying.

i guess if you are going to look at nude 13 year olds, they might as well be crying.

i was going to college when the Ants weren't popular, but i still got into college girls' pants by pretending to like them. they were grad students, but pants are pants. ants.

she's right. i mean, unless WW1 and WW2 were started by white people before 1960.

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can you show me your way around it? my way around it sucks.

first cd: La Bomba soundtrack
last cd: Odelay

the surface has a usb port. i'd rather have one of those than my 8 pound dell work laptop.

i guess Maggie's Dream is too busy.

it's your reply.

fuck choose your own adventure. once, i found a cool picture of a sword with gems on it somewhere in the middle of one of those books. i then tried to reverse engineer the story. no page in the book led to the page with the sword on it. and the book was about space, so a sword would have been out of place. that's when…

Laurel and Hardy? try Jim Crow and Zip Coon.

Laurel and Hardy? try Jim Crow and Zip Coon.

as someone that also grew up with U2, i can tell you what it means to grow up with a band. it means not wanting to admit that your band is no longer relevant, and that you have missed your chance to be.

as someone that also grew up with U2, i can tell you what it means to grow up with a band. it means not wanting to admit that your band is no longer relevant, and that you have missed your chance to be.

i watched the southpark movie with my mom, because we like musicals. turns out, we don't like giant clits in the woods that much.

i watched the southpark movie with my mom, because we like musicals. turns out, we don't like giant clits in the woods that much.

you don't have to pay to pee on the side of a Port-a-John in Europe. i got that tip from Rick Steves's Europe Through The Back Door.

you don't have to pay to pee on the side of a Port-a-John in Europe. i got that tip from Rick Steves's Europe Through The Back Door.

I see you got my letter, Santa. The cookies are on the coffee table.