Author Topic: Fantastic artist!!!! WOW! (Read 784 times)

GRUNHERZ · « **on:** November 03, 2004, 09:08:56 PM »

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Nash · « **Reply #1 on:** November 03, 2004, 09:12:17 PM »

Artists are studmuffins.

Lizking · « **Reply #2 on:** November 03, 2004, 09:53:07 PM »

That's fair, most studmuffins think they are artists.

RTSigma · « **Reply #3 on:** November 03, 2004, 09:55:17 PM »

So thats the afterglow?

Bodhi · « **Reply #4 on:** November 03, 2004, 10:59:15 PM »

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Originally posted by RTSigma
So thats the afterglow?

DREDIOCK · « **Reply #5 on:** November 04, 2004, 01:28:02 AM »

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Originally posted by Nash
Artists are studmuffins.

Guess only you would know that for sure right?

Nash · « **Reply #6 on:** November 04, 2004, 01:31:57 AM »

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Originally posted by DREDIOCK
Guess only you would know that for sure right?

Yeah, you sure don't sound like a five year-old to me.

NUKE · « **Reply #7 on:** November 04, 2004, 01:40:20 AM »

lol Nash, and you didn't?

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Artists are studmuffins.

Nash · « **Reply #8 on:** November 04, 2004, 01:42:28 AM »

What's wrong with THAT?

NUKE · « **Reply #9 on:** November 04, 2004, 01:44:22 AM »

what's wrong with what? being a five year old?

I liked my life when I was five.

Nash · « **Reply #10 on:** November 04, 2004, 01:52:53 AM »

Yeah... five was great. The first day of kindergarten I ended up on the front page of the biggest paper. The photog told me to pout, so I did. Boom! My face on the front page looking like a whiney shrecker with the headline "Back to class!"

Bastards....

NUKE · « **Reply #11 on:** November 04, 2004, 01:57:05 AM »

lol, you slay me you goofy prik

NUKE · « **Reply #12 on:** November 04, 2004, 02:13:46 AM »

I still remember my first day of school.

I was born in Long Beach, CA (LA)

My school was about two miles from my house and I had to walk to school. My parents "walked me" through the route.

My first day, I left my house crying then tried to hide in some bushes in our front yard. My mom was home, dad at work. Mom could not even drive a car. I walked to school.

Anyway, I lived.

Nash · « **Reply #13 on:** November 04, 2004, 02:20:24 AM »

Weird times for sure.

The 1st day there was some... holy.... I still remember his name. Joe Dixon. Nice enough guy, but he was carrying a bag that I guess we mistook for a purse. He was also a Jehovas Witness.

That's really all you need.

By noon we were calling him "pursy" and at 3 'oclock we beat the watermelon out of him.

I look back on school, and the narrow windows that I do remember, I just shudder.

GRUNHERZ · « **Reply #14 on:** November 04, 2004, 10:08:34 AM »

This the most queer thread hijack ever...

Bastiges..