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it's friday
and in a about 1 hour my summer job will be over.
dear boardies, thank you for sharing with me your virtual existance during this moments of ball scratching. thank you... thanks... obrigado, afonso. |
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im scratching my balls too. now smell my fingers. you know you want to. |
i am so fucking glad its friday! i have never been so glad not to be at work.
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no!!!!!!!!!!! |
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was it as good for you as it was for me??? |
it was good, but it could have been better. i'm at home now, go on.
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oh.
this wasn't a "goodbye" thread? I've already made my peace with yr departure. :( |
bastard.
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hey! that's my line!***
I expected better from you. ***somewhat related: a few years back, my wife went to pick up the kid at school. all the soccer moms were standing out in the hallway whispering amongst themselves. moving a little closer, my wife was able to pick up a portion of the conversation: "did you hear about the kid that stood up in class and called everyone a BASTARD??!!". I still laugh about it. that's mah boy. |
sorry to fail on you this time, daddy.
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save that kind of talk for yr sweetheart, cooter.
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gasp. our football team crushed the home team. 42 to 7.
this is odd. |
Its Saturday
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