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Whenever it rained, my mother would give thanks for having a roof over her head. Whereas...
We are truly privileged to be this fucked up.
My veri-word is jsoybong. I like it.
Ah, the guilt I feel when I do my moping in a warm bath.
I think about this all the time.
Did you know that United States of America anagrams to:
'Dine out, taste a Mac, fries.'
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My whole life I've teetered on the brink of ruin & desolation. It always seems to be about 6 mths. away.
Consequently, I don't worry too much about "them", figuring that soon I will lose everything & be in the same position.
slipstream, you amaze me. and make me hungry with that one.
mr p, your heart is surely made of something more substantial than gravy.
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