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:: 4.30.2003 ::
See you later, you fucking counter, teach you to not go where I tell you to. Let the record show I was getting close to the big 1G when I gave it the axe.
Speaking of axe: Sorry, Bebop, but you had to go. No updates since February just won't fly around here.
I rode my bike for an hour tonight. That is one hour in the last eight years. I'm am saddle sore. So-o-o-o-o-o-ore.
"I dig pain. I feel it in my veins. The smashing, the crushing, the killing, the maiming, the giving and the getting and it all driving me insane. I dig pain..."
:: Freddy F. at 1:06 AM [+] ::
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