"The next cold drink is God, and the next cigarette isn't cancer; it's the next one after, the one you haven't gotten to."
I can't wash my feet; my mother won't get in with me, and Jesus has died six and a half times over.
WHERE ARE YOU, MY FLOWER GIRL? STILL GROWING YOUR WINGS OUT BEFORE YOU LEAVE FOR THE ROMANIANS?
- Last seen on Feb 8 1:32 AM 2007. Member since March 16, 2003.
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punk on March 4, 2006hey dost thou still haveth aim?
how may i contact you
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flame of the forest on February 19, 2006hey some funny page you have made.i liked it .specially this one:
I can't wash my feet; my mother won't get in with me, and Jesus has died six and a half times over.
hahahaahhaaa
this fits in so well with my bro. -
FakePlastic on April 26, 2005i'm back and i'm still a man hoe... but not literally cause that would be bad

