Seriously, well at least the AFI fueled girls that i associate myself with. People are expendable to them, it just makes me mad. Well, what do you think, insults acceptable.

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xx( o Y o. )xx

AFI-fueled? What does that mean?

Plus, teenaged girls should have borderline-illegal sex with me before you kill them.

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The giant three-phallused phallus of Uzbekistan will one day squirt the cosmic jizz of revenge all over Canada.

You SO read my mind.

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I has a flavor!

It means they really really really like AFI, a former punk band turned pop metal band. AFI does not refer to American Film Institute. If it did, I'd be breathing poontang.

You'll get over it. I hated teenage girls until I was well into my 20's. Now I find them beneath contempt.

Of course, taking advice from me is like taking elocution lessons from G.W. Bush.

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I was gonna send a robot back in time, but I got high.

Teenage girls are only good for one thing:

Servicing my man meat.

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"AthiestDiary, you rock." - MikeyG (I'm LOVED! HOORAH!)

Athiest, no teenage girl would want to service that senile old prune you call "man meat." This guy, however, wants your meat bad.

perhaps i was too vague

AFI fueled girl- A dumb 16 year old who plays with love like its nothing and laughs it off

aggh

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xx( o Y o. )xx

I don't think that there is a direct connection between AFI and her playing games with your heart. Were she into the Backstreet Boys, then it'd make sense.

The number of girls our age who listen to bad/generic music is astounding. A few have great taste, but many of the girls I've hung out with listen to nothing but Shaggy and AFI. It's a shame that many people, male and female, just listen to bands to try to fit in. *sigh* I'm going to go listen to Nobuo Uematsu midis and Candiria until my face falls off.

Teenage girls are like Twinkies®. Two bites and a quick rinse of the sticky stuff on your moustache, and they're gone.

If you let them grow up to be young women who've had a whiff or two of their own piss and decided to develop personalities, though...

Boom, baby! Oh, yeah!

Better payoff than Vegas.

I've nailed enough nineteen something, self-absorbed tarts in my day. More's the pity. I can truly say - after the fact - however, that a grown woman's touch is God's gift to man.

The rest of you may now resume beating off on some anime tentacle rape pr0n.

And... uh... Save a few pics for me, OK?

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I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.

I once saw a naked lady on the internet.

I don't want a relationship with a young girl. I just want to defile her. God, I'm a pervert. But I learned it all from bunner, really.

I DO, however, want a sexy older woman with a slammin' personality, a tendency to not be a battle-axe, and a smoooooth touch. Awwwwww yeah.

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The giant three-phallused phallus of Uzbekistan will one day squirt the cosmic jizz of revenge all over Canada.

HOLY FUCK HE'S HOT! GOT HIS NUMBER?

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"AthiestDiary, you rock." - MikeyG (I'm LOVED! HOORAH!)

Dude, if they're dead it's not rape!

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Poop.

Sheeeez.

You're makin' be look bad, kid.

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I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.

Nothin' says lovin' like a teenage girl's disembodied head in the oven.

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It's grime time.

THEN it's raping a corpse.

and THAT is sexy

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xx( o Y o. )xx

Death is a big fat bore.

Even if you're trying to use it to be "cutting edge"

Nobody who has ever had the less than fortuitous opportunity to bury anybody for whom they have had love, would think that that was a larf.

Then again, I suppose that's the point.

"We are teh insulator fuxxor suburbanorz l33tz0rz!"

And... ?

That's nice...

Bury somebody who, all in all, built the ground you stand on, and we'll talk.

Or don't.

We probably wont talk, anyhoo.

You posuer cunts.

: )

Love,

- bunner

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I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.

He's baaaaaack!
:D

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“It is only with the heart that one sees rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” - The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (1945)

What I mean by "you poseur cunts" uh, is.. like, "you regular, cool folks."

OK... sorry....

I had a bug up my ass about death, yesterday.

A reasonable thing to be annoyed about, if you think about it.

Sorry.

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I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.

It wasn't a bug, you liar. It was Mike Tyson. And it was about death because Mike Tyson's a scary motherfucker.

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The giant three-phallused phallus of Uzbekistan will one day squirt the cosmic jizz of revenge all over Canada.

That explains a lot.

Mostly why my ass smells like pork rinds.

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I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.

Erm... actually... that's where I was keeping my stash.
Mind mailing it back over to me? I must've forgotten them after I sedated you.

I feel so alienated.*Sobs for days and days on end.*

...

Ok, I'm over it now.

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