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new. and pain. and humor. oh my.
yeah. i got a new whatsit.
makes my diary look hot.
on a hypochondrial note, i have a giant bruise running along my shin. ::thick silence:: ok, jeez, i'm sorry! no more un-pc jokes from brittany.
ok, screw it. if you're offended by my sense of humor, you can go home. FIN. 7:50 p.m., Monday, Feb. 17, 2003 |
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