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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 3:21 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 8:37 am
The bee feels of furry feet.
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2006 2:54 pm
Her eyes gleamed like the sun off Colin Mochrie's head.
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 1:51 am
His heart burned like the lighting of propane.
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 8:17 pm
Her perfum was sweet as pigeon farts after eating gummi worms.
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 2:31 pm
The worms are as gummi as cowhide.
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Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 10:16 pm
He went down faster than a hooker at a truck stop.
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2006 8:41 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 5:09 am
She was alive like a rock in a pit of fiery, burning death in the middle of a dark cave along the southern coast of a remote island not far from mainland Madagascar, that must be reached by air because the island is cliffs on all sides, with large rock spikes jutting out of the water... You know, one of those...
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 5:08 pm
She stank of rotting petunias.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 9:14 pm
She wore things that looked like they were saved from a trash barge.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 9:42 pm
Her eyes are the amber of Coor's.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 1:54 am
She had a frown furrowed by too much time in therapy.
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 6:36 am
He mastered the analogy game like a monkey masters bananas.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 6:24 am
Oh, you rock... he was as monotonous as a history lecturer who was half asleep. you really do...
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