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I don't know what to do.......... If you can't entertain yourself how are you suppose to entertain others. |
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1. Call someone important to you that you have not seen in awhile and tell them that you love them. 2. Go door to door with blank diary books and pretend to be from Atheist Church and you handing out free literature. number two would be funny, but i'd probably end up being told to go to church..... |
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Go hunting with former Vice President Cheney. That'll keep you on your toes.
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don't feel like killing anything today
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Look everyone...
she found something to do today! Shes shooting down all of our ideas of things for her to do today. Now... shes busy! lol. |
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its too easy.....
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baby sit ups rock.....
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Edited by
luv2roknroll
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Tue 01/20/09 12:27 PM
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My thoughts exactly {{ Chevy! }} |
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Well then what do you like to do? See a movie, listen to a CD? Read a book? Hang out with a friend. Write a poem about ennui? Go for a run, play football? canoe, kayak, run walk swim sing?
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Watch re-runs of What's Happening!
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Watch re-runs of What's Happening! Dyyyyyyyyyyyyyyynomite! |
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Well then what do you like to do? See a movie, listen to a CD? Read a book? Hang out with a friend. Write a poem about ennui? Go for a run, play football? canoe, kayak, run walk swim sing? road trip...... |
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That's what I'm talking about. We have a tank of gas, half a pack of cigs, its nighttime and we're sunglasses.
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That's what I'm talking about. We have a tank of gas, half a pack of cigs, its nighttime and we're sunglasses. so where do we go and do we really have to come back? |
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The highway's full of broken heros on a last chance power drive. together wendy we can get through madness and never look back, just wrap your legs round my velvet ribs and strap your hands to my engines. Can you tell I'm from Philly?
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that went completely over my head.....
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Edited by
chevylover1965
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Tue 01/20/09 12:41 PM
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The highway's full of broken heros on a last chance power drive. together wendy we can get through madness and never look back, just wrap your legs round my velvet ribs and strap your hands to my engines. Can you tell I'm from Philly? |
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aw I would have gotten runaway....
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