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The rain...sounds like drums...
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noyd666
must watch fox later ,catch up on the wigs, old men and women leaders.
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noyd666
lol, bit high ya reckon mate?
OranguTrump
Crotchety Old Crotch
Just brought home a 28 gram bundle of happiness! My first ounce in a VERY long time.
Thanks to my work & our first bonuses in forever.
Thanks to my work & our first bonuses in forever.
Found my old high school notebook . . .
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noyd666
EVEN CARDBOARD WON'T BURN THESE DAYS , HOW THE HELL YA KEEP WARM?
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There goes tokyo
Oh oh
Godzilla
Ooo°•○●○•°ooo
Oh oh
Godzilla
Ooo°•○●○•°ooo
After all the hairs and scares the wolf stuff has died down. Had a little party last night, still staying away from the streets. Glad to see this season come and go, enough with the cold weather already! Sun, summer, fun... now!
lol still laughing a minute later
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noyd666
lol, good choice's for next president hahaha. see Nancy Reagan just died, gone to catch her cowboy.
OranguTrump
Crotchety Old Crotch
For some odd reason, I have an innate distrust in the honesty of Russian women.
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OGShaman
U.S. Border Patrol's latest numbers. Increased competition from legalization is doing what the war on drugs never could.
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They bring weed in on panga's now near big sur because its easier
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
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noyd666
fuken raining again lol.
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