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1652|04.11.04|posting rampage
Hello, all! I just recently posted on Accurate Blind for the first time in three months. I'll post here, then post on EHTD, then on Voia. But, I'm getting into the whole posting process again, only to go on another three month withdrawals.

Speaking of three months, I've only got sixty days to go until I'm ungrounded! That's...two weeks after school is out. Damn my eagerness to place a turkey in an oven.

And, as many of you may already know, I ------- on my ---------- with ---- -----------. I can't believe it, either! We were on the way home from a --- ----, and we were sitting in the same seat, and we ------.

Now...the above will only make sense if you knew what I was talking about in the first place, so unless I already told you, you are completely clueless right now.

....

Well, I supposed that I'll post on the next two sites. Goodbye, all.

Have a nice day.
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1750|03.31.04|longest drought period...ever
Okie dee-okie, people! How the hell is everyone?! Hot damn it feels GREAT posting! I forgot how fun it was to wait ten minutes for this same, boring, black and white, HTML-filled screen to load up! Do dee doo.... Oh, shniggy. I...don't know what to post about....
Ooh!
I got it!
I'm about to get my book copywritten [damn right...I'll call it 'copywrite' if I want], and I'll post it on here one of these days.

...nah.

BUT! I've yet to post Madison's story on here. Ok...maybe me trying to post on here was a lost cause...so...I'll just say that the pool room has been cleaned out...and I live out there now.

I love you, Marissa.

I'm out.
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2117|02.26.04|nineteen days since last post
New site.
EHTD
I love you, Marissa.

I'm out.
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0124|02.07.04|relevance?
Well...as some of you may noticed, there's a bit of hostility directly to your right on my tag-board. There is also a bit of this at Travis' site.
What is it about?
Well, there's some stupid clash of the backyard wrestling feds, and there a few feds that team up and go all-out in an online battle against corporations...on the other side of the damn country.
Relevance?
None.
But this Tommy Gunn guy...he's just ----in' stupid. He talks about having sex with Marissa, and then expects me to talk smack back to him, all in hopes I'll join the experience of Internet dueling.
I do it anyway.
But...what pisses me off the most...is the fact that this man is so flamboyantly QUEER, he says three things that people refer to me as, trying to signify the fact that he's been researching on me or some ---- like that, and he expects me to be scared.

The guy's name is Aaron Saia. Email him at tommgunn@worldofwrestling.us.

Anyway, it's cold in this damn house, so I'ma go heat things up in mah bedroom.
...by myself....
Love ya, Marissa.

I'm out.
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1125/1650|02.03.04|my knuckle hurts
"Let's totally not take the blame for it, and call it a wardrobe accident, even though the buttons come completely off for it, and I'll rip off the 'bra', hold it in my hand, and have my beard stare at the breast, with not the slightest hint of surprise on my face, because not even she did a good acting job about it...taking six entire seconds to cover up!"

----in' celebrities.
Wasn't that an *NSYNC album?

Anyway, I'm sitting in Computer Ap right now, and just finished that horrid assignment, and came to post about my experience of the Super Bowl XXXVIII half-time show.
Well, I was in LG on Sunday. Chris had to stop by a relative's house...to pick up...a chair...for his mother. Well, the Super Bowl had just started, and I watched the first...twenty minutes of it.
Anyway, when we finally left and we actually got home, it was about the end of the second quarter.
I got out of the shower, and it was the end of the fourth [I take long showers; I normally just sit down and think], and went to bed to watch the end.

New England won, -----es! BOO YA!

Anyway, I went to sleep. At school the next day [Monday [yesterday]], people talked about the halftime show, and someone said, "After she started doin' the strippin' thing, they freaked and cut the lights out on her."

I hadn't a clue.

I got home later that day [still Monday [still yesterday]] and heard on the news that "Because of Janet Jackson's indecent exposure on the Super Bowl halftime show, MTV will never be allowed to host another one again.
Ever."
Well...that kinda had me curious. My dad asked me if I heard about it or got to see it yet...and I still had NO clue what he was talking about. My dad downloaded a zip folder full of about eleven pictures of it...and a five-second Media Player file of big JT rippin' off her...whatever in the hell it was.
He showed me each picture...about three times each...zooming on her nipple each time, and showed the movie thing about sixteen times.

And I highly doubt you could call that exaggeration.

Anyway...I got...nothing to do, so I'ma go away.
I love you, Marissa.

I'm out.
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1114|01.27.04|i hate hard-ons, especially in class
Ok...what about this following sentence is wrong?
"I pierced my cymbal with my drumstick."
Yes, that's right. Last night, I was playing through Follow the Leader, and I reach to hit the twelve splash, when the stick goes through the damn metal.

Other than being scared ----less at my own strength, I'm pissed. But...it's all in good fun, because if I keep practicing like this, it won't be long until I'll be able to masturbate at about six hundred miles an hour.

I love sharing this with you people.

One more thing. If you come here...please sign the tag-board, with your name. I don't mean to sound all evil and stuff, but I'd really like to know who comes here and stuff, because I have a few hits from the UK, a few from the Netherlands, and even a few from some Asian places. So...do me a favor and put an end to my manhunt.

And, yes. Whoever you are, Marissa is the one I met at the game.
Love ya, Rissa.

I'm out.
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2330|01.24.04|two hours of sleep
Well...---- happens. Live, forgive, and forget. People whom of which were fighting earlier, are now laughing.
Happy happy joy joy.
But I am serious...it's good to see that everyone is happy.
Well...it got ----ed again. Whatever, just posted to say there might be a new flash page for GenericTP; stay tuned.
Love ya, Marissa.

I'm out.
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0042|01.24.04|six and a half hours till i see my girl
Well, it's twelve forty-two now, and mom just told me to go to bed, so nevermind.
Love ya, Rissa.

I'm out.
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