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Monday, November 19, 2007

Dear compy,

LAG LAG LAG LAAAAAAAG LAG LAG LAG LAG LAG LAG STUTTER LAAAAAG.

How do you like it? How does it feel, huh?? Not so fun, is it?!
Posted by Kaley at 8:53 PM

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      • In the mood for Indian food.
      • Sin numeros.
      • Exposure.
      • Study food.
      • He doesn't believe in Jesus.
      • No, I don't know where.
      • She doesn't really have a hunch.
      • It's totally one word.
      • Role model.
      • Here's to driving home in the rain with one headli...
      • As a point of reference, she says "guitar" like it...
      • Dear compy,
      • I fear I will not be able to kiss my boyfriend for...
      • 39 and 6,000 grains.
      • Taking over me.
      • Oh god, moving makes it worse!
      • Where my people at?
      • So sorry to choose him over you...
      • But about that other thing...
      • Scent of Rebellion
      • "It is estimated that sarin is more than 500 times...
      • If you ask, you're missing the point.
      • Hey, go poop somewhere.
      • Mmm, Fresh Polka Dots...
      • And Oh! The land, she bleeds!
      • Feast for Fatty.
      • Oh, the boobies!
      • Obvious Contrast
      • Black, white, and clawed.
      • NaBloPoMo

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