Date:   4/20/2010 4:02:04 AM ( 15 y ago)
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URL:   https://www.curezone.org/forums/fm.asp?i=1609292

My wings are made of shields of steeeeeeeel.

Oh the early mornings in front of the box.

Then the box of cereal.

The off to the big box to find my way to a smaller box and then sit in a box shaped desk to learn how to conform to a box.


POP goes the weasel. BOING!


We're now out of the box. Freedom.



 

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