Photo of Laurel.

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[Guest]

 

[curious2c]

Bummer, now I have to change my thought process yet again. I figured that I had a real good picture of her in my head. Oh well, back to the mental drawing board.

 

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Re: Re: Photo of Laurel.

Laurel is the statue of Liberty???COOLLLLL

One question though. How easy is it to type with fingers that huge, and while holding a torch>?

Crayons

 

[DéjàNu]

Re: Re: Re: Photo of Laurel.

Crayons

She is typing with a pencil?

Now Dys you have lost me

 

[islandman]

I've always wondered what she had under that flowing robe.

 

[dreamer]

Re: Re: Photo of Laurel.

One question though. How easy is it to type with fingers that huge, and while holding a torch>?

She sent in for that 'fat guy' wand that Homer needed to dial the phone when he gained so much weight.

 

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[Lancecastor]

Does this mean that you are Hanns and you're pissy she moderated you?

You're so fucking deep, man.

Surely the campus newspaper must need a writer....


Oh, sorry for calling you Shirley.

Signed

The Amazing Kreskin

 

[TWB]

That's a different Laurel.

 

[Ð¥§ƒµñ熡øñæ£]

That's a different Laurel.

No, that's Laurel.

 

[TWB]

No, Laurel is a 6'11" #200 blonde bomber who is gonna mess you up, sucka.








I use Killermuffin math.

 

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[hogjack]

Hanns is under

Thats funny, I was under the impression that Laurel was a cunt

You've been under a lot of things, little Schmitty. Reaching your sticky keyboard through the dung heap you are under now is an impressive feat.

 

[Harbinger]

So, Hanns, the manic phase sould be over pretty soon, right? Do you think when you hit the trough you might think about sucking on the barrel of your little cap gun? PM me if you feel you're getting close.

 

[The Squid King]

Laurel is my hero.

 

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Re: Laurel is my hero.

Last time I called someone my hero, they didn't like it too much. I'll refrain.

 

[InnocentAngel81]

wow deodorant must be expensive, what size sandals are those?

 

[kotori]

Liberty Enlightening the World

The New Colossus | Emma Lazarus 1883

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me.
I lift my lamp beside the golden door."