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| Topic: Dear diary......omg another diary!!! - part 89 | |
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speaking out loud...should be kept in my head
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speaking out loud...should be kept in my head
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Dear diary.......where do I buy this doll head???
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HEY!!!
the bowl is empty!
<--goes to make more popcorn |
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I can't wait to see you gypsy my love and spend those two and a half glorious fabulous event filled days in your arms. Because you will have to or you will fall off the back of my motorcycle.
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You have 20 minutes for the show to proceed.......
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here toke on this.......
oh wait....popcorn bowl...ok HEY!!! the bowl is empty!
<--goes to make more popcorn |
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I can't wait to see you gypsy my love and spend those two and a half glorious fabulous event filled days in your arms. Because you will have to or you will fall off the back of my motorcycle. you sound so funny right now......my luvva!!!
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oh no!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
they better not put on one of those documenterys about Nigeria again .....while your at work.... |
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Edited by
Gypsy41
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Tue 06/17/08 12:14 PM
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Dear diary......I guess I shouldnt walk back and forth in front of my open door......my neighbours husband may see me!!!
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what kind of EVENTS?????
I can't wait to see you gypsy my love and spend those two and a half glorious fabulous event filled days in your arms. Because you will have to or you will fall off the back of my motorcycle. you sound so funny right now......my luvva!!!
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Dear diary......I guess I shouldnt walk back and force in front of my open door......my neighbours husband may see me!!!
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oh no!!!!!!!!!!!!!! they better not put on one of those documenterys about Nigeria again .....while your at work.... 
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There is no place I'd rather be than in your arms, staring at your eyes the color of million year old amber and running my fingers through your helmet hair my love.
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WAKE UP....DUDE YOU ARE STILL AT WORK
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