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Everyones dying for something fresh.

If you take eight flightless birds, the largest windchime in America (convienently located in Arkansas,) seven middle aged amish men, one spanish female with chubby cheeks, a sidekick phone from the 1900's (rare oak wood,) four cattle (sixteen black spots total), and my brain in a box, you get this compilation of disasters (my retarded blog I'll stop using in like, four months)

Sunday, February 4, 2007

Yeah, Content.

Posted by Everyones dying for something fresh. at 12:53 PM

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