Clap Hands 
factories and smoke
torsdag, mars 07, 2002
more conversations from the mixed up files of... well, me.
hills114: a;lk;lkj;alskdfj;alksdfj;lakdsjf;lkja;lksjdf;lkja;sldkfj;alskdjfal;skdfj;alskdjfa;lsdkfj;alskdjf;alskddfja;sldkfffjja;sldkfj;alskdjf;alskdfj;lskjf;lkj;lkja;lksdjf;lakjs;ldkfj;alskdjf;alskdjf;lskfjd;alkjkl;lkjkl;lkjkl;lkjkl;;lkjkal;;lkjkl;;lkjkl;;lkjkl;;lkjkl;;lkjkl;;lkjkl;;lkjkl;;The cat walked to the store
hills114: oh sorry I really didn't mean to send that
DrippyLikesBass: haha better that than "FUCK YOU KJERSTIN! YOU"RE UGLY AND FAT AND YOU RUINED MY LIFE!"
PurpleFoetus: dude
DrippyLikesBass: where's my car?
PurpleFoetus: in your garage
DrippyLikesBass: do you drive a pile of dead babies?
PurpleFoetus: not anymore
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