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Originally posted by AaronM
Get real.
"Excuse me hooker...Can I get a pic of you for my scrap book?"
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I stopped in the middle of the road one time and held up a few cars that were behind me to take a picture of a dead squirrel in the road. I guess we are really different from each other because I would have taken a picture of a whore that some friend sent to my house.
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Often times I wonder why
There's love and hate, theres live or die.
When sickness comes I must decide:
When feelings go, theres suicide.