No Place, though; skull's piloting auto.
The 14,175,226th opinion on X, Y, that's Z.*
Whata buncha other shit? Prithee, fuck thee.
*save Geaux Grease
Friday, June 22, 2012
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Posted by Randal Graves at 10:28 AM
Labels: music, writing is for blockheads
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dammit, I really hoped this was the return of Placeholder Place.
You're the Worst Person Ever. Officially.
Place Holder, son of Erick, became the first Viking to surf Hawaii and mellow out.
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duchess, who do you think I am, one of those deviants with literary ambition?
if, KEEP YOUR POLITICS OUT OF MY UTERUS.
BLASPHEMER!
Did you hear that???
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Quarterfinals!
http://youtu.be/a7jtl-XumPw
Only listened to five bars and must agree with your analysis. You are the expert after all. Now where's the number for my audiologist?
Well, as greetings and salutations go, that was certainly different. Like finding a bed of nails in your motel room.
Saw a teen wearing a Megadeath t-shirt along with Mickey ears yesterday. You could tell the staff was not amused.
if, sorry, was looking down the cross.
No one gets metal jokes. You all suck.
jim, speaking of suck, Greece. That coulda been 7-1.
life, boo! That monster should *never* be acoustic.
demeur, jack of three trades, master of negative one. TYPE LOUDER.
SWA, I'll toss up some Tony Orlando & Dawn next time to soothe your ragged eardrums.
BB, Vic Rattlehead with Mickey ears could be a big seller.
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