| i was not drawing tiny snow speckles all over this. D< |


part 2I cringed as a thick water droplet plummeted onto my head, sliding down my shivering back as I rummedged around in the dark space of my attic. I'm positive I almost looked desperate, and I 'm positive I probably was. My fingers finally hit the crinkely, fading, cardboard cover of one of his hundreds of journals. Through the course of his young life, all the way to the day he died, at twenty six, he wrote. He wrote stories and journals about his life and his loves, and about me. Of all people, Daniel had written about me, and to me, and he even wrote in one how he'd give all his lovin' to me, like in the Beatles songs.part 2
But he didn

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The cockney cock puncher! He punches one way, he punches the other, he punches diagonal! He's like Connect Four in cock punching terms! -- The Mighty Boosh
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"SERIOUSLY, WHO FARTED!?"
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"SERIOUSLY, WHO FARTED!?"
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Yes, I'm always winner.
haha, thanks.
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"SERIOUSLY, WHO FARTED!?"
Read this. Right fucking now.
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I think this is the perfect ingredient for this disaster.
[link] <-- that one is new.
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"SERIOUSLY, WHO FARTED!?"
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I think this is the perfect ingredient for this disaster.
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"SERIOUSLY, WHO FARTED!?"
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