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I'd take up drink but I'm too poor to afford it.
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Actually I hate romance novels, always have. I read horror stories, true crime, thrillers, maybe some science fiction. I think romance novels are part of the reason so many women are disillusioned about love. ^yes the fairy tale white picket fence and fabio...lmao interesting, ok so you were spared the moments spent in spousal abuse, why not adopt a maintenance man who is house broken...lmao No offense, but I don't want any men near me. I'd turn gay but I hate women, so that won't work either. |
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Interesting, I feel you on that, the more people I meet the more I love my dogs...no offense taken......in todays world, solitude seems a blessing
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Definitely. I'd buy an orange cat, but I'm allergic.
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Definitely. I'd buy an orange cat, but I'm allergic. I have a gray and white cat and I am allergic. He's Mr. Gracie or G Man...he used to be just Gracie until the vet called when I took her to be fixed. The vet called up and said I thought you should know Gracie has balls....poor cat is conflicted now but tends to prefer men. |
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I'm not poetic, but pretty dark...can I post here?
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Hey Ruth
Welcome to the dark side |
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I'm not poetic, but pretty dark...can I post here?
^I'm a lot darker in the summer, must be my tan....lmao yes post something real dark, deep down indepth dark, show us what you're made up...welcome to the darkside. |
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Hey Ruth Welcome to the dark side |
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I'm not poetic, but pretty dark...can I post here? I'm sure no one would mind if you did. |
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Definitely. I'd buy an orange cat, but I'm allergic. I have a gray and white cat and I am allergic. He's Mr. Gracie or G Man...he used to be just Gracie until the vet called when I took her to be fixed. The vet called up and said I thought you should know Gracie has balls....poor cat is conflicted now but tends to prefer men. Poor kitty..... |
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Dark poetry?
I remember when I was young My life had just begun Happy days were just up ahead And I dreamed of the day that I would wed But I never realized That life is built on lies And when you're on top You just can't stop Till you've fallen further Than you've ever been before Your love walks out the door And I don't understand How any other man Could take it all so calmly I can't take any more So I sit in the dark With my razor marks And watch my life blood dripping It's the end -Q |
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Life isn't the Walton's is it?
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Life isn't the Walton's is it? I deleted what I was gonna write because its probably too dark even for this thread. But, no, life isn't The Waltons. |
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Prozac helps....
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Life isn't the Walton's is it? I used to live in a town that was sort of like that. Didn't work for me though. |
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I was born on the dark side, I can't help it.
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Here's to whatever.
Cheers, everybody. |
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Cheers to you, Plastic.
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