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| Name: bigfatsarah | Date: May 18th, 2007 10:25 PM |
| wasting good money on a ugly tat.just to hide those very noticeable ,sicking stretch marks.if that is'nt nasty then what is? ↑ |
| Name: atomicsnowflake | Date: May 18th, 2007 10:25 PM |
| Oooo, hit me baby one more time! ↑ |
| Name: lynnie | Date: May 18th, 2007 10:27 PM |
| Whoever you are thank you,but you dont need to bother they will only start on you. ↑ |
| Name: bigfatsarah | Date: May 18th, 2007 10:28 PM |
| sarah is a nasty nasty lard arse.she walks and you hear boom babba boom babba. ↑ |
| Name: bigfatsarah | Date: May 18th, 2007 10:29 PM |
| lynnie i dont give a crap what they say.it is not fair for them to treat you like crap.while the whole time bigfatsarah is the biggest peice of crap around. ↑ |
| Name: atomicsnowflake | Date: May 18th, 2007 10:30 PM |
| Mmm, you really know how to express yourself don't you? Who needs Shelley and Keats huh? ↑ |
| Name: atomicsnowflake | Date: May 18th, 2007 10:32 PM |
| "I wandered lonely as.........a big, fat, piece of crap".........right.....okay........I don't think that quite works does it? Try running that by me again............. ↑ |
| Name: bigfatsarah | Date: May 18th, 2007 10:35 PM |
| lynnie is better because she dont bash like sarahs fat arse does.fatsarah has this attitude she is better then most.she cannot even keep a man. ↑ |
| Name: atomicsnowflake | Date: May 18th, 2007 10:35 PM |
| I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD by William Wordsworth I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed—and gazed—but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. ↑ |
| Name: bigfatsarah | Date: May 18th, 2007 10:56 PM |
| LMFAO. ↑ |
