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03-15-2004, 08:14 PM
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Why...
...is it that when you ask "why" enough times, it always comes down to what your parents did on a boat that one beautiful July night...
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03-15-2004, 11:10 PM
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Re: Why...
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03-16-2004, 12:43 AM
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*Sara* I am a nobody, and nobody is perfect; therefore, I am perfect 
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03-16-2004, 02:57 AM
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Have you ever tried the why game...
Basically, have another person say any sentence. Then ask why. Just simply "why?". After about 18 lapses, it all comes down to your parents conceiving you...  It's weird, but it's true!!! We tried it
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03-16-2004, 03:24 AM
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Oh lol the why game...
 I've done the why game w/ almost everything and its true! Including "Why do you like chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream?"  Its stupid but it never fails...
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03-16-2004, 09:29 AM
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I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on The Christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top I wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the grounds For 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky
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03-16-2004, 02:25 PM
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I might have to try that game!! Sounds like fun!
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 Well it ain't no secret I've been around a time or two Well I don't know baby maybe you've been around too Well there's another dance all you gotta do is say yes And if you're rough and ready for love honey I'm tougher than the rest
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03-16-2004, 04:38 PM
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I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on The Christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top I wish I was the evidence, I wish I was the grounds For 50 million hands upraised and open toward the sky
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