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hahaha wow.. no i don't want to have another night like that again lol. Damn seriously... I still wonder how the fuck i wasn't thrown in jail that night...

No shit, I was actually wondering the same thing. Too be honest you had me really paranoid that night. However I did found it pretty funny when you body slammed someones tv on the road and ripped out peoples mail from random mail box's LOL.

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This is quite possibly one of the MOST DISTURBING e-mails I have ever read...

fuckin weirdos...

It was a warm, humid day at the state fair. Despite eating several corn dogs and a deep fried candy bar, I was still hungry. I made my way to the other end of the fairgrounds, the sweat beginning to make my clothes stick to my skin.

I slowly opened the door of the toilet, and went inside. I made sure not to lock the door. It was much warmer inside, but I welcomed the shade from the hot sun. I lifted up the seat and gazed down to find a nearly filled tank. Without thinking twice, I slowly eased one foot through the porcelain gateway.

The liquid was a warm delight. The blue cleaning chemicals tingled my skin with such an incredible sensation, while pieces of soft feces became embedded in my hair. As I sat with knees up to my chin, I could feel the soft mud between my toes, and smell the heavenly fragrance all around me like the perfume of a goddess.

Suddenly the door opened, and I patiently waited. I remained absolutely silent, daring not to breathe. As the light from the porthole above diminished, I knew the time was right. Golden droplets sprayed down like rain on a pale spring morning. I closed my eyes and lifted my head.

Even in the most peaceful shower there's always a chance for thunder, and this was no exception. Softly at first it came, but then it was much more pronounced. My face was hit with a fine mist embedded with soft, brown grapes. My mouth was opened wide, and I was determined to catch as much as possible. It was very spicy, but that was nothing the cleaning agents couldn't handle. I washed down the chunks with a quick gulp of my surroundings.

While she may not have enjoyed her lunch, I sure did.

Anonymous 06/29/08(Sun)22:01:28

I think I need to get rid of my truth box on Myspace...

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If I was a girl, I would get pregnant as many times as possible, then have abortions after the third month of being pregnant so I would deliver a potato sized 1/3 developed dead fetus, then I would take the fetus, put it in a jar of preservative liquid and put it on a shelf in a secret room in my house. I would do it until I had so many the room's walls were nothing but potato sized aborted fetuses. Then I would have a kid and when they're bad I would make them sit in the fetus room and remind them of how easy I could have aborted their ass.

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