... are like a finely aged pile of shit. A dry fissured exterior hiding a still moist, still warm center of bronze ambrosia of the perfect consistency. I promised myself I would not come back. Yet like the prodigal son, I have returned. Unable to resist the temptation to poke you with a stick or to crush you beneath my feet. To feel you explode between my toes with all your pungent glory.
Jing Lives.
You People...
06/01/2010 10:01:26 PM
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You must return permanently and post. I miss your honesty and perspective and humor.
06/01/2010 10:12:03 PM
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I'm not sure if you try to troll, or you're just brutally honest.
06/01/2010 11:18:58 PM
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You like us,you really like us!! *NM*
08/01/2010 07:32:59 AM
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