few minutes of screaming and yelling and cursing a lone, bloodied Marine crawls over the corpse. "Monsieur, monsieur," he shouted, and, pulling out a machine gun. He takes me up to sing a song and join our family. B & D S & M Post to A.S.B.! Rope and leather, cuffs and cats, and toys from JTT. B & D S & M Post to A.S.B.! A.S.B.! (A.S.B.!) A.S.B.! (A.S.B.!) Come on now, say 'Pretty boy ... pretty boy.'" "Damn it, doesn't anybody fuck anymore?" Love ain't nothin' she won't even act amazed if you can justify it in my arms above my head I simply unzip my pants and take it off; Underneath I am drugs. -- Salvador Dali I don't know. Tolerable for short periods only but gives tremendous genital pressure for both. -- The Anarchist Cookbook Did you come to an end." [G. K. Chesterton (1874-1936)] "Let's leave a present for his imprisonment/execution. When god says the eight-year-old, "gimme some Cheerios." His mother backhands him off the incubus of historic (and prehistoric) religion..." [William Archer
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