| Blake Caldwell : |
[07 Feb 2012|09:45pm] |
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I can't stop dancing. I'm stuck.
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| Ezra Perra : |
[07 Feb 2012|09:44pm] |
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I can fucking smell him 3000 miles away... and he fucking smells delicious.
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| Blake Caldwell : |
[07 Nov 2011|09:37pm] |
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Ain't no one gonna rain on my parade. Plans for next weekend are official.
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| Ezra Perra : |
[07 Nov 2011|09:25pm] |
Oh what to do? What to do?
:-) My dear dear Kermit... you know the answer.
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| Ezra Eli Evans : |
[07 Nov 2011|09:09pm] |
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My name is Ezra Eli Evans and I don't have a problem.
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| Morgan Culvin : |
[13 Oct 2011|03:36pm] |
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I knew today was going to be awesome because as a bird shit on my brand new coat, I got a call from the office asking me to take the day off because they didn't need me around.
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| Blake Caldwell : |
[13 Oct 2011|03:33pm] |
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It's getting closer to that time of year... that time of year when I invite our drunkard friends into my home to trash the place in a blaze of Halloween glory. Be ready. This year is gonna be a good one.
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| Ezra Perra : |
[13 Oct 2011|03:31pm] |
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I knew the little shit was gonna come crawling back to me.
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| Ezra Eli Evans : |
[13 Oct 2011|03:25pm] |
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It is the beginning of eternity, the end of time and space, the beginning of the end and the end of every space.
What is it?
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| Ezra Perra : |
[17 Sep 2011|12:43am] |
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What a fucking cuntish twat bag!
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| Morgan Culvin : |
[17 Sep 2011|12:41am] |
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Drinking alone tonight. My boys are at home.
sent via DROID
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| Blake Caldwell : |
[17 Sep 2011|12:40am] |
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mood |
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cold |
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Home having a night in with Ez. Good times.
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| Ezra Eli Evans : |
[17 Sep 2011|12:38am] |
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How is it before 1 on a Friday night and I am willing home, dressed for bed. I'm not even bitching that I didn't go out tonight. That's wicked.
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| One. Two. Three. |
[07 Sep 2011|10:18pm] |
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Testing.
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