jvmv
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Feb 6 23:35 UTC 2005 |
Poor kungpow. You're on Grex. People in here don't give a damn for
this kind of stuff. Take a look at my new items & you'll understand
what I'm talking about, kungpow.
Wel, I've some respect for your item. So that I've got that one from
beautiful movie "American beauty":
Rick Fitts: It was one of those days when it's a minute away from snowing and
there's this eletricity in the air, you can almost hear it, right? And this
bag was like, dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it.
For fifteem minutes. And that's the day I knew there was this entire life
behind things, and...this incredibly benevolent force, that wanted me to know
there was no reason to be afraid, ever. Video's a poor excuse. But it helps
me remember...and I need to remember...Sometimes there's so much beautiful
in the world I fell like I can't take it, like my heart's goign to cave in.
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nharmon
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Oct 25 02:21 UTC 2005 |
Lt Col Frank Slade: Women! What can you say? Who made 'em? God must have
been a fuckin' genius. The hair... They say the hair is everything, you
know. Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls... just
wanted to go to sleep forever? Or lips... and when they touched, yours
were like... that first swallow of wine... after you just crossed the
desert. Tits. Hoo-hah! Big ones, little ones, nipples staring right out
at ya, like secret searchlights. Mmm. Legs. I don't care if they're
Greek columns... or secondhand Steinways. What's between 'em... passport
to heaven. I need a drink. Yes, Mr Sims, there's only two syllables in
this whole wide world worth hearing: pussy. Hah! Are you listenin' to
me, son? I'm givin' ya pearls here.
What an awesome item!
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