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| 25 new of 71 responses total. |
juls
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response 25 of 71:
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Mar 28 19:19 UTC 1995 |
Those braincells are dropping out at an alarming rate these days. Maybe
we should send him some nice new rancid pork fat, whaddya say?
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selena
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response 26 of 71:
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Mar 29 04:06 UTC 1995 |
..and in this, I wait, for the waiting is all, even when your vehicle
is parked in the space with a fast-expiring meter, to wait is divine..
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humdog
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response 27 of 71:
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Mar 29 13:02 UTC 1995 |
the King, you ask?
surely you are already, all of you,
his vassals?
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thanne
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response 28 of 71:
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Mar 29 22:05 UTC 1995 |
This *is* Elvis we're talking about, right?
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juls
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response 29 of 71:
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Mar 30 00:12 UTC 1995 |
O HEH!
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humdog
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response 30 of 71:
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Mar 30 10:12 UTC 1995 |
dost thou think, fair persons,
that the humdog would use the term so lightly?
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sdober
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response 31 of 71:
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Mar 31 07:33 UTC 1995 |
The king? What of the King? Is he still atop the throne?
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humdog
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response 32 of 71:
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Mar 31 13:53 UTC 1995 |
the King reigneth excellently well.
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vinnie
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response 33 of 71:
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Apr 2 19:29 UTC 1995 |
hey.
dazed and confused, wandering from precious blue line to precious blue line I
cme back after weeks and weeks away in the land of 3-d, returning to the post
modren madness of it all, watching my porr brain as it struggles to communicate
the very line noise of my soul, not knowing the rules, not getting the joke,
watching as the subtext goes over my head I am so so low, and behold I leave
again to return to my 1994 tax return.
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sdober
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response 34 of 71:
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Apr 2 20:39 UTC 1995 |
We missed you, Joe.
But please get a pseud.
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brenner
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response 35 of 71:
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Apr 9 07:46 UTC 1995 |
A week with no action.
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bunn
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response 36 of 71:
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Apr 9 21:06 UTC 1995 |
started to itch all over, di'ntcha?
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brenner
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response 37 of 71:
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Apr 9 23:00 UTC 1995 |
Dear bunn, I was referring to this
conference!
(oh tee hee)
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brighn
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response 38 of 71:
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Apr 10 03:19 UTC 1995 |
Brighn is not of a mind to use words of more than one beat
this fine eve. This is in terms of the first post in this
piece, by the way. Say, this is not so hard once one has
tried to get used to it. I shall get so good at it that
one fine day I shall talk like this... odd thought, that.
/
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brenner
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response 39 of 71:
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Apr 15 03:57 UTC 1995 |
This bloated meme of a topic.
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thanne
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response 40 of 71:
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Apr 17 16:25 UTC 1995 |
Ahem. Memememememememememememememe...
Bloated on the outside, but crunchy on the inside.
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popcorn
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response 41 of 71:
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Apr 18 16:27 UTC 1995 |
This response has been erased.
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raemo
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response 42 of 71:
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Apr 20 05:51 UTC 1995 |
"Cramps" : a prelude to spenching.
You will know these things.
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brenner
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response 43 of 71:
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Apr 20 14:10 UTC 1995 |
and spenching is protected by the First Amendment.
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jemart
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response 44 of 71:
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Apr 21 04:16 UTC 1995 |
Spenching?.....<jack gets out his dictoinary and tries to find spenching>
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vsclyne
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response 45 of 71:
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Apr 21 12:44 UTC 1995 |
Resist Wellian imports.
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thanne
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response 46 of 71:
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Apr 21 19:41 UTC 1995 |
Is that one Well-specific too? Spenching is the hurtling of
any fluid from the inside of your body to the outside, at high
speeds. Usually means puking.
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thanne
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response 47 of 71:
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Apr 22 01:19 UTC 1995 |
Then there's metaphorical spenching. Online.
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vsclyne
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response 48 of 71:
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Apr 22 01:42 UTC 1995 |
Like I said....verbal vomit.
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raven
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response 49 of 71:
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Feb 26 18:02 UTC 1997 |
Sorry the vomit launcher has een axed from the NASA budget. Ye shall have
to settle for pixels of alien reruns from 30 million years ago broadcast
from distant galaxies from planets with now extinct civilizations.
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