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| tay-hota
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12-02-2002 11:45 AM ET (US)
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because let's face it. it takes planning to get an axe murder done right. this is not some random yahoo with a gun who can take anyone out.
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dong_resin
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12-01-2002 11:28 PM ET (US)
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Let's not be so quick to write off axe murderers.
At least they're usually committed.
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| Something
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12-01-2002 02:51 PM ET (US)
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Something! Something! Something!
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| <small>shane</small>
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12-01-2002 01:42 PM ET (US)
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<small>Um, that's "axe-murderer." Of course.</small>
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| shane
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12-01-2002 01:30 PM ET (US)
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MeFi is all HIV today and I don't have a link, 9622 is slow at the moment, but the fuckitties are flyin' at Brittney's!
You realize, based upon my extensive past experience, that the cute person was a potential axe-murdered with chronic flatulence, right? Post-Thanksgiving shopping traffic should not be braved for anyone, and irony awaits when you do.
I'm sure he'll e-mail you sometime, anyway.
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| Sylvain
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12-01-2002 05:09 AM ET (US)
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Um, you are very pretty, and I'm kind of scared......
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| jonmc
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11-30-2002 07:21 PM ET (US)
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Rub it in, why dontcha dong!
**goes off to weep**
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| dong_resin
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11-30-2002 07:00 PM ET (US)
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Look at the bright side. That Jim Varney guy who played Ernest is dead, and he ain't ever coming back.
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| Brittney
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11-30-2002 05:07 PM ET (US)
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-Overslept (one of those sleeps where you wake up 50 times, awake but not at all ready to get out of bed, so you just turn over and fitfully dream)
-Spilled first, and only, cup of coffee all over self, blanket covering self, keyboard and desk
-Finally make contact with cute boy after a couple days of not talking, only to have keyboard up and quit on me
-Try two other keyboards I have lying around the house, to no avail
-Buy new, cheap keyboard at Office Max after negotiating hellacious holiday shopping traffic
-Return home to find nasty note from neighbor regarding the garbage bags outside my door that DO NOT BELONG TO ME
-Attempt hooking up new keyboard to find the prongs are bent all to fuck
-Haul ass through ever thickening traffic to return new, cheap, broke-ass keyboard
-Look for USB connected keyboard, of which they have none
-Settle for another PS/2 keyboard, slightly less cheap, and head to the counter
-Slice finger on cardboard attempting to open package, bleed all over the return counter
-Return home to find cute boy signed off the instant messenger
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