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knots...

Member since 2002 · Posted 10 May 2002 · 2 comments

She said your love will rise She said your will would be free The things you see never seem to be Don?t be this Don?t fall over this A place to hide your shame Found you out Found you out

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[1] god'swife 6-Sep-02/8:31 PM Reply

You must have spent hours working this out. It shows.

[1] Bachus 6-Sep-02/8:41 PM Reply

my sister has got you pinned...lol! i would say days..fuck hours...there are so many knots here that it's gordian, or freudian, or perhaps pathetic and pointless..therefore you fail..so flush! my kale gun has a bead on way...i pray you're not allergic to9 calcium..like the the last one..bend over please..t'ankyou.o