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 Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 5:57 pm
YOU MANIACS! YOU BLEW IT UP! AH, DAMN YOU! GOD DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL!
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 7:13 pm
JEEEEWWWWWS IIIIIIIIIN SPAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!!!!
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 8:07 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 8:53 pm
THERE IS A BOMB ON THIS BUS...
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 9:49 pm
Badges? We don't need no stinking badges!
You totally lost with Keaneu.
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Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2007 10:04 pm
Sorry, can I try again???
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Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 10:09 am
Jesus where the hell did you get that gaint ********.... room servive sent it up so I could cut the limes..... Limes...What limes......Thay didn't have any they don't grow in the desert
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Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 10:27 am
Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Has it been five years? Six? It seems like a lifetime, the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. But no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant. There was madness in any direction, at any hour. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. And that, I think, was the handle - -that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn't need that. Our energy would simply prevail. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark - that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.
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Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 10:43 am
Who are these people? These faces? Where did they come from? They look like caricatures of used car dealers from Dallas, and sweet Jesus, there are a hell of a lot of them at 4:30 on a Sunday morning. Still humping the American dream
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Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 5:22 pm
o.o.....um....*loses...in a confused manner...*
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Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 8:47 pm
nadi_shoal o.o.....um....*loses...in a confused manner...* we're quoting films.
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Posted: Wed Feb 28, 2007 9:11 pm
I'm mostly doing ol Heston, loud quotes his.
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Posted: Wed Feb 28, 2007 9:40 pm
I don't even know where Mad Kitty was going with hers.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2007 9:07 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2007 6:03 pm
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