.so you go laughing away in derision, proud in your moldy boots with a gun shoved down the waistband of your pants, yeah- it's aimed right where it should go off from the sheer force of all the girls you have wronged.
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speak to the dark angels
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speak to the dark angels
posted by doriandra at Thursday, September 28, 2006
2 Comments:
a bullet in the privates is a force no one can argue with.
yeeess, what a lovely addition to one's genitalia!
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