A scab and a pimple were having a popularity contest.The pimple thought he was ahead, bursting for a win. The scab just kept chanting 'Pick me!'
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I smash things in my sleep uruk-hai ...and I'll look low. Now where'd they go?,
Sat 20 Aug 2011, 1:45,
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Hmmm. Am I being a cunt again, is that it? Soz all, if so.
Otherwise, nice, pithy parable.
(Otherwise, nice, pithy parable.
Sea Tramp the thinking woman's 8 Ace,
Sat 20 Aug 2011, 1:58,
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*pfft* No, not at all. I just like to write.The meth girl's leg scabs just got me thinking 'bout scabs.
( I smash things in my sleep uruk-hai ...and I'll look low. Now where'd they go?,
Sat 20 Aug 2011, 2:05,
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