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Painters

Member since 2002 · Posted 14 Aug 2002 · 2 comments

I've got the painters in how did they fit up there someone in your parking space i hope they paid the fare its like a red rag to a bull i don't care if your already full t'don't bother me i'm horney its my time of the month its my time of the night i'm riding the red river then don't put up a fight it's like a horse to water you really ought to let me have a go even when in flow

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[3] Bachus 14-Aug-02/7:10 PM Reply

Bush's domestic travel usually returns him to his own bed the
same day he leaves, so Wednesday's 12-hour day, ending in a Des
Moines hotel, was unusual. (To say the least) I don't paint. I hate 'art'. I like tractor calanders with naked chicks and stuff. I doesn't like ethnic people much. I think you might be ethnic. I hate potatoes. I also hate Whoreass8. I might hate you too.

[n/a] ==Doylum 16-Aug-02/1:08 PM Reply

Your my favourite work of art. you make me smile in my heart, bring me more words, more of your chaterings i miss you come back