Community > Posts By > longhairbiker
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        Hair Preference
       
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      50 brown paper bagger. One for her. One for you. And 48 for your freinds to wear after you admit it and they don't want to be seen with you.
     
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        Topic:
        Hair Preference
       
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      Hand assface a piece of chicken. What ever end she sticks it in you just poke the other end.
     
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        Topic:
        Hair Preference
       
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      Roll her in flour and poke the wet spot.
     
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        Hi im Pebbles
       
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      Good picture. Good profile. Its smartly done.
     
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        Topic:
        Hair Preference
       
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      Yawn.
     
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      Yawn.
     
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        Any lawyers?
       
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      Cool. I'm glad we got that cleared up. Pppppppfffffffftttt!!!
     
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        Topic:
        why?
       
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      Pppppppfffffftttttt!!!
     
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      Do you think people need to be loved to feel whole?  
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      Pppppfffffftttttt!!!
     
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      Pppppfffffffttttttt!!!
     
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        Topic:
        The Panda Thread
       
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      Pandamonium!
     
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      It felt nice to work on bikes all day. A lot of maintenence. Did it out in front of my house. Being on main drag everyone stopped by to say hi from all the police to many freinds I haven't seen in years. I must do maintenence out front more often.
     
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      I'm doing what I wanted to do today. I'm working on bikes. Ahhhh relaxing.
     
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      I walk without fear up to face my enemy knowing that this will be my last mission and soon it will all be over. I hold my hands with my palms in surrender as my enemy gets closer. The nuclear device is armed and ready. Closer, closer, closer. I trip the device. Pppppppppppppfffffffffttttttttttt!!!! The nuclear death fart annhilates everything in its path. Death and destruction everywhere.
     
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      The nuclear option was always available to me. But I never thought I'd have to use it. Basically a suicide bomber with bomb strapped to themselves. But I have no choice. Mission first. The chili dogs must make it to command.
     
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      These nurses are tough! They've dug themselves in at the reception desk laughing. I even tried leaving the hummer in the parking lot with the stereo blaring george michaels 'jitterbug' which only distracted the gaynurse for a few moments.
     
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      This is tougher than I anticipated. Think man think! Grabs microphone off wall. Clears throat. "Elderly colostomy bag explosion emergency in room 522. I repeat- elderly colostomy bag explosion emergency in room 522".
     
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      Oh no! Headnurse beulah bigbottom and gaynurse barry bedpan are blocking the doors. I'm calling in for an airstrike!
     
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      I'm going to have to call for reinforcements! I'm calling hungover freinds brigade still drunk charlie. They will distract the day nurses by laying down bullsheet coverfire while I repel off the roof of the hospital and into the window with lunch.
     
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 Do you think people need to be loved to feel whole?