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his fiction is funny. >

i was the only girl in both my h.s. tech. drawing class. and in my college drafting class. i was discouraged from taking mechanics in h.s. as well as trying out for the wrestling team. but i didn't join those things to be near the boys. i don't think boys liked me in h.s.

do you?

symmetry

line

sphincter

the one on broad st?

dumb

there are few. 'old boy' (2005) 'pumpkin head' 'jeepers creepers' 'annabelle:creation' 'hell raiser' just a few.

selfish

foolish

sort of...but, we all know he can't actually afford that. but i fixed it for you.

your fiction is funny. you don't live in a house. mine was built in the 50's. and will be doing additions next year. it's solid. and .... it's a house.

secret. strong enough for a man....but made for a woman.

the adult learning annex is fun.

riveting.

misplay

snuglife beat yo' ass. >

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mistake

things

want

but.... pepperidge farms remembers.

yeah, right. you know he'll be frantically sitting there trying to log in. getting cheeto dust all over the keyboards. then sadly. sobs into his hands, getting said cheeto dust on his face. he tries to clean his face with his stained (what was once) white tank, only to rip the left shoulder seam. it will be exactly 2.4 hours from that moment, that he will get his 'big book of badness' (that's what is inscribed on the bent and rolled composition marble cover) and diligently go back to all the screen shots of all the threads he made. and write down all the, (what he believes to be) the whitty comebacks, and snips he should have used before said banning. knowing, in the back of his mind, that he is doing nothing more than projecting his self loathing and hatred upon those that he feels unjustifiably, caused him great discomfort and grief, when all, (he knows in his heart of hearts) he was trying to do, was find a friend. i mean...that's just one scenario.