__________________ Lord, I quit the drinkin', the smokin' an' the honky-tonk life.
The day that a ring an' a preacher made her my wife.
Yeah, an' I said: "I do," but I didn't have a clue,
How I'd miss all the whiskey an' women.
I tried to be true, but it's all I can do,
Keepin' up with the Jonesin'
How do you know when you are ready for a tournament
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Originally posted by ih8ipods:when you cut yourself and bleed paint you ar ready becasue paint flows through your veins<<<<<<some epic fail **** right thurr
I have run everything in this thread by them that I felt worthy, that obviously being one of them. They denied. If it was my dog and I wasn't moving out in a half year, this would be a different story.
Ok so here's what you do, just spend a lot of time with the dog and always call it Chernobyl, then by the time you move out it will only respond to Chernobyl and your parents will be stuck with it
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Originally Posted by CANADARM: Asians with open coats flying down the black diamond hill with jeans on have almost killed me more times than I can count.
Originally Posted by OA_paintball: im just worried if i donate plasma and some cancer patient gets it, his dicks gonna grow and hes gonna have mad game with the nurses.. probably not good for the hospital.
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