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An Online Junkie Confesses (Other) by Jigg Here I sit for hours on end
Staring at the glowing box
Typing words then clicking send
In just a pair of boxer shorts
It keeps me up day and night
I am begining to think I am addicted
When daybreaks and it gets light
I must get my access more restricted
But there are forum and chatroom
And other stuff between which I am torn
Downloads, quizzez and online Doom
And let's not forget all that porn
She's a fickle friend the internet
And will cut you off when'er she likes
But there's one thing on which you can bet
I'll reconnect to look at dykes
Up the ladder:
THE PAIN OF LOVING
Down the ladder:
Darkness
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Arithmetic Mean: 6.3333335
Posted: August 4, 2002 4:56 PM PDT; Last modified: August 4, 2002 4:56 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.3585887 Overall Rank: 3291 Comments:
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-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 81.86.113.159
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4-Aug-02/5:17 PM
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Yeah, nice one...a wry poem about internet addiction is just what I needed to start the day the Folgers way.
Me too. try palm piloting, that way you can get out and go to the xxx book store while you press send you can bend and offend. for a dollar in quarters.
by the way i was the one who gave you a seven here, for the love of god!@
Ha ja ha ha ha!
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