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MrJiveBoJingles
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Love the absurd grandiloquent narratives, guys.
Halcyon+On+On
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Originally posted by MrJiveBoJingles
Love the absurd grandiloquent narratives, guys.


Likewise.

:p
Ted Promo
I want videos of ROSE MARTIN going through dialysis.
goodtime
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Originally posted by stren
wow her voice is annoying


more than my voice ? :)
Silky Johnson
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Originally posted by Ted Promo
I want videos of ROSE MARTIN going through dialysis.




:haha: :haha: :haha: :stongue: :stongue:
stren
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Originally posted by goodtime
more than my voice ? :)


no, nothing is more annoying that that
LinX
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Originally posted by Miss Pie


haha awesome
ziptnf
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I love you guys like family. A really weird, ed up, incestuous kind of family.
bas
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Originally posted by Ted Promo
I want videos of ROSE MARTIN going through dialysis.
:stongue: :stongue:
Watts
Miley Cyrus: Controversial Video Sparks Salvia Ban

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Another concerned parent is her father, Billy Ray Cyrus. After seeing the video of his daughter partaking in the partakeables yesterday he voiced his concern via Twitter. He wrote, “I’m so sad”.


http://www.rightcelebrity.com/?p=11145

couch-potato
Reminiscing of Rose, my darling damsel of the ruddy rack slapped by the springing trap of my palm; remembering Rose, sybil of the sensual rectifications of the sadistic strivings throbbing my thoughts; Rose, my flower, my flounder. The mirrors of memory cripple and molest me; but for you my Rose, for you, the bud and bosom of my morning star, for you I will recall our proudest picnic; I will recall my pride; I will recall your perfection.

Can you see it, red-cheeked Roseling - the clearing past the patches and thicket of time into the magnificent meadow in which our eternal harvest humbled itself over a checkered blanket and thatched basket? Can you hear it, sunlit shrubling - the wooden trumpet pretending it were the peasant’s pipe as we were children pretending to be adults? Can you smell it, my fragrant fascination - the winds stirring the leaf-fall peppering the plate on which we were served the afternoon; that apogee whence we only felt the gravity of our own orbit? Can you loathe this letter if it meant you would love me?

Alas; aspiring to the past only to find myself bleeding; bleeding as you did that bright day, sliced by my scepter of seductive sorrow and filled with the fluids of my frailty. But not until you had consumed my compassion. You bitch. You felt you could fix lunch. You felt you could fix me. But it was I, I alone, who smoothened mayonnaise about the enriched white breads which led to the numbing and tingling of your tongue; that tongue lifting to lick the whipped clouds of my cunning; that organ oscillating with my ozone of orgasm. And you looked at me; and I loaded into you. And we were never the same.

Rose Martin, you ate my semen.
MeLLyMeL
what the fuk did I miss with this rose martin thing? Cuz she's always smoking or something?

i am LOST!
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