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Though my fencing coach is Polish, and has a name shortened by his grandfather (not wanting to sound Polish) so that it sounds Italian. !_! i know someone who's grandfather ...

for what it's worth: look, if i blathered on [honestly] about myself for 230 words, i'd be shut up or shot. from this poem, you're not any more interesting than ...

'bipolar' eh, maybe you should download the new version of firefox. it has an auto spellcheck and will underline your misspellings in red as you type.

lather RINSE repeat

It worked perfectly. The wicked winged leeches swarmed the huge man resembling Arnold Shwartzenegger instantly. Larry did an Irish jig, gathered his hot dogs, and continued on. It wasn't long ...

*shakes head at vegetarians* well, g'day to you too, mate. sorry. had to do it.

pillows?

Larry cursed those damnable winged leeches. Whose idea had that been, anyway? Probably that wizards. Larry (or was it Gary? or Harry? he could never remember...) was going to kill ...

uh... i throw up? - Kari best day of your life?

hasn't snowed yet. damn global warming.

sab- no seriously... i am apparently the only one who has ever felt like this... uh well anyway just ignore me when i'm sleep-deprived.

7/10 would have gotten an 8 or 9, but i am still scarred from years of microsoft use.

some might say that man soup (not stew, mind you) was a tad disturbing, but we didn't learn anything we didn't already know...

'full metal alchemist'... *snicker* i'm sorry. the name is just so funny.

depends. how far away are we?