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sarah toenin
donna tello
miss o. ginny
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an obvious case of jaundice
about me
- coffeesnob
- melbourne, Australia
- single, male, 30s. favourite phrase: "the world was like this when i got here".
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- one terabyte of ram, please
- organic
- going off script
- it isn't everyday
- scientists should think for a minute
- a measure of justice
- boo
- about the author: evidence lots 24-56
- about the author: evidence lots 1-23
- now that it has been explained to me
- daylight savings is daft
- so it's come to this?
- the good oafs at maxim magazine
- trudeau is best when
- you little thief*
- impudence
- my first experience of stingy gender politics
- well, quite
- without wishing to lower the tone
- northern hemispherians
- a couple of doozies from "the news of the world"
- general election time (again)
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- he's called spiderman
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ahem. sticky fingers.
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6 comments:
the "miss o. ginny" had me giggling while trying to eat my pizza.
One of those names is of particular interest to me.....
mel. donna tello? because of your interest in renaissance sculpture? seratonin? the endorphin produced during intense exercise?
You're not even close.
mel. as much as i'd like to see it, i think you've just ruined your chances of replacing marla maples trump as hostess of the miss universe pageant. marla always refers to the losers as "third runner up" etc. (hilarious) she is never so frank as to say "you're not even close".
Dammit. There goes my chance at the ultimate dream job. I mean, who wouldn't love to watch overly made up, half naked, house trained bimbos prance around a stage?! And get paid for it no less! I must take a moment to gather my emotions....*moment taken*
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