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Name: Signor
Birthday: 3/24/1981
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Occupation: Unemployed/Between Jobs


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Thursday, March 30, 2006

I log on to icq today, and there is no one online... feels sad. My high school friends are gone...

:'(


Sunday, May 22, 2005

Tims face makes everything worth it


May 22 4:22AM... after smash
-40:39:36- closer ... closer ... and closer........ mufufufufu


Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Harry did like he always does, kissing  his wife, crawling into bed and falling to sleep. All of sudden, he  wakes up with an elderly man dressed in a cowl standing in front of his  bed. "What the hell are you doing in mybedroom?......and who are you?"   he asked.


"This is not your bedroom," the man replied, "I am  St. Peter, and you are in heaven."


"WHAT!??  Are you saying I'm  dead?  I don't want to die.....I'm too young." said Harry.  "If  I'm dead, I want you to send me back immediately."


"It's not that easy",  said St.Peter, "you can only return as a dog or a hen.  You can choose  on your own..."


Harry thought about it for a while, and figured out that  being a dog is too tiring, but a hen probably has a nice and relaxed life.   Running around with a rooster can't be that bad. "I want to return  as a hen." Harry replied. And in the next second, he found himself in a  chicken run, really nicely feathered. But  man, now "he" felt like the  rear end was gonna blow........ then along came the rooster.


"Hey, you  must be the new hen on the farm." he said. "How does it feel?"


"Well,  it's OK I guess, but it feels like my rear end is blowing up."


"Oh that!"  said the rooster.  "That's only the ovulation going on.  Have you never laid an egg before??"


"No, how do I do that?"  Harry  asked.


"Cluck twice, and then you push all you can."


Harry clucked  twice, and pushed more than he was good for, and then 'Plop' and an egg was on the ground. "Wow"   Harry said "that felt really good!" So he clucked again and squeezed.  And you better believe that there was yet another egg on the ground.  The third time he clucked, he heard his wife shout:


"Harry, for  Gods sake wake up, you're shitting all over the  bed!"




I was reading this from an email, and i really like it...


Tuesday, April 26, 2005

bye bye jason...
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Tuesday, March 29, 2005

welcome to my mid-20
hohoho!!!!




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