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Solving Our Conflict with Iraq

Posted on November 27, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

Adam: i think all of our problems would be solved if they changed the “i” to “nice” Adam: “Nice raq” Adam: and then import swedish bikini models Adam: of course, that’s my answer to everything Adam: flat tire? import the swedish bikini team Kevin: well sure, us westerners would be into that Kevin: but what…

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How Many Assholes Do We Got on This Ship Anyhow?

Posted on October 1, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

Carlos: why is this world full of assholes? Carlos: i mean everyone to an extent is an asshole Carlos: but there are people that are over the top Carlos: and you know another thing that pisses me off Carlos: what is this pray for peace? Carlos: we create the shit Kevin: we create war? Carlos:…

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Tara’s a Good Sport

Posted on August 27, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

The following conversation occurred after I posted this entry on my blog. Tara: i hate you Kevin: ! Kevin: strong words Kevin: did you read it? Tara: yes you suck Kevin: lmao Kevin: oh man, i amuse myself way too much

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Tara’s Question

Posted on August 27, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

Tara: how come i don’t get quoted in your blogger? There.

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Advice from Down Under

Posted on August 27, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

Kevin: but i shouldn’t get too wrapped up in thisKevin: after all, she’s already takenSuzanne: just because there is a goalkeeper doesn’t mean you can’t shoot a goal How cool is that? Suzanne cracks me up. Maybe I will give it a try, just because it would be a shame to let that gem of…

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Somehow, irresistibly, the prime thing was: nothing mattered. Life in the end seemed a prank of such size you could only stand off at this end of the corridor to note its meaningless length and its quite unnecessary height, a mountain built to such ridiculous immensities you were dwarfed in its shadow and mocking of its pomp. So with death this near he thought numbly but purely upon a billion vanities, arrivals, departures, idiot excursions of boy, boy-man, man and old-man goat. He had gathered and stacked all manner of foibles, devices, playthings of his egotism and now, between all the silly corridors of books, the toys of his life swayed.~Ray BradburySource: Something Wicked This Way Comes
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