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05-21-2012, 10:12 PM
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I am new
I am a goat now where the fuck is my tin can?
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#3
05-22-2012, 05:27 AM
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greetings
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#4
05-22-2012, 08:55 AM
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Welcome. Why do you want an old rusty tin can anyways?
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Running shoes, running shoes, friendly neighborhood running shoes, slick fedora on his head, probably wears it to bed, look out! he's got the running shoes!
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#5
05-22-2012, 09:13 AM
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hooka hey
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What kind of Idiots would steal gas from a Trailer Park Supervisor and think they would they get away with it, Randi?
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#6
05-22-2012, 09:21 AM
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Once when I was in high school a friend of mine came over to my house with weed. Since my mom was home at the time we fed her some story about going to the corner store to get ice cream. Well, we went over near the corner store and ducked into the woods between the store and someones back yard. About half way through the third or fourth bowl, out of nowhere we hear a "baaaaah" kind of noise, and my friend turns to me and says "Was that a fucking goat?"
Sure enough we look over and theres a fucking goat. Chewing on a small branch and just staring at us, as if it knew it caught us doing something bad and he was trying to let us know he was about to tell out mothers.
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#7
05-22-2012, 02:26 PM
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Quote:
...If it was me I wouldn't be telling anyone.
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