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A Past Of Shear Death.
Below the halogen bulbs of a diner, Under the completely normal ceiling despite the chance of being seen by my customers My wage is what I crave the cravings were rising I'll rise to kill the robbers with out the worry of being hurt From table to table I shadow myself Among the chairs I let nothing fall from my eyes Because I am Viggo Mortensen and shit has hit the fan |
Now this, is fucking genius.
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Jerk you're just as bad as sinjob!
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Don't be butthurt because you write cheesy vampire poetry....
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That was about vampires? I thought it was about a cop.
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I wrote that from my heart and I guess you don't have one but if you do it's cold!
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Give Me any more fucking shit and I'll get Lady Bewinter!
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Cold as ice!
Dry ice! |
She is my older cousin! :)
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The second one
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You are not very imaginative, are you?
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Lady Belittle?
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OH No you didn't I getting Mastiffs so back off ten of them! Over 200lbs A border collie english pointer and every one i know!
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Well, mah stiffs can beat up yur stiffs!
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I'll keep my doggie toys close at hand
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At this point, the lunatic stopped posting, so just make some shit up.
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Wow, OK, lady, you need to stop yr crazed sex fantasies. I didn't mention letting you give me money to jerk me off.
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perv you mean
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Yeah, that...
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Look, you can jerk me off, but I'd feel a little weird accepting money for it.
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Especially if it's only a dollar. I can live with being a whore, but not a cheap whore.
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I'd much rather she spent it on rent. It might just be a trailer, but it's still home!
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