posted October 24, 2000 03:41 PM

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Merrian???....Are you insane...he totaly fucked up Websters masterpiece......ahhh well all good things gotta come to an end sometime..noun, a certain disticnt period of time....

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My father was a relentlessly selfimproving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts for being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we�d make meat helmets. When I insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reed spretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Wilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum...it�s breathtaking. I suggest you try it.

posted October 24, 2000 04:22 PM

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Peace!!

posted October 25, 2000 07:06 AM

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AACK!!!

posted October 25, 2000 12:32 PM

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