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ok...these are too easy. also what happened to the host? eh....ok. let me think..... thinking..... thinking.....

i tried looking it up, but i can't figure out the correct wording. i'm not feeling well, and haven't been all day. i may have seen it on 'now this' maybe.

just a guy, trying to make his long distance marriage work, but terrorist get in the way.

nopedy nope.

i could have sworn there was something i saw, where you pay someone to wear a camera and mic, and actually go out and do things that you want to do, but hate people, and being out in public. i thought it was a thing.

pot smoking surfer, virgin wanting 1st love, dumped boy, and sketchy friend. also, pervy, masturbating brother.

the last starfighter. one of my favs.

you can say the stupid things. no...i never told them. i probably would have gotten slapped i said anything the dad.

wut?

that was the beginning of a couple of very hard years. nah...no thank you.

why? did they specifically say there were going to commit suicide? why is it any of your business?

shots fired.

well, it happened over a long period of time. it started with a labyrinth, and my mom was standing at an alter in a wedding gown, and my dad started running down the aisle, and a lion was chasing him, and then pounced, and then i would wake up. but as time went on, i found myself wandering in the labyrinth, not seeing me, but seeing my dad running. then, it was like i was running after the lion running after him. until finally the last dream i remember he was no where to be found, and the lion pouncing on my mum. i can't remember if at the end of this, i was seeing the running through the lion. but, suddenly, there were no more dreams. i want to say this went on for a couple years.

a kid traumatized by his frog eating teacher and saves the day with pennies?

ain't that the truth. last mosh was a white zombie concert. turned ugly quick.

THIS. their new stuff is shit. i like old school metallica. suck it.

sigh. no....i USED to like loverboy. when i was an impressionable teenage girl. and this boy from quebec shared his walkman with me on vacation in new hampshire. i got mike reno's bandana, and matt whatever his name was drum stick AND paul deans guitar pick. hahahaha. high school.

well, he was afraid of americans.

when i was about 5, maybe 6, i had a recurring dream about my parents getting eaten by lions.

the bitch is dead.

i remember acct. sharing. i miss you [asmb]

those cray~cray eyes tho'.

one of us. one of us.