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| May 8th, 2003 11:34 AM | |
| Captain Robo | I hate the Olsen twins. They're cartoons now. |
| May 8th, 2003 11:16 AM | |
| mburbank | NOTE TO JOHNNY: OLSEN TWINS ACTUALLY TWO PEOPLE. |
| May 7th, 2003 10:04 PM | |
| sadie |
johnny, the answer is clear: you're a psychopath and you need to die asap, preferably in a writhingly painful manner. have a nice day. 
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| May 7th, 2003 10:00 PM | |
| Esuohlim |
You can't just throw something like that out. 
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| May 7th, 2003 09:59 PM | |
| executioneer |
sad news, i threw away my heather michele and jixby cardboard cutouts yesterday -willie |
| May 7th, 2003 08:52 PM | |
| Esuohlim |
I DO, SO I'M BETTER THAN YOU.
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| May 7th, 2003 08:46 PM | |
| Captain Robo |
I don't get Jixby's jokes  at all. |
| May 7th, 2003 08:44 PM | |
| Les Waste |
Jixby's post was an LOL bomb because of the word "too."
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| May 7th, 2003 08:37 PM | |
| noob3 | I LIKE EATING BADNESS |
| May 7th, 2003 08:35 PM | |
| Jixby Phillips |
I loved Heather Michele too
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| May 7th, 2003 08:12 PM | |
| Johnny Horton |
Obsession, Infatuation, Fascination Two years ago I came across a small website, run by an individual who today I still believe epitomizes beauty in its entirety. For a moment I lived for her, however said site has come to be nothing more than a dust trap, damned to sit there mocking my petty infatuation. Within my hard drive I house over nine hundred pictures of her, from when she would go on her webcam. That which she does no more. I don't know why I would sit there, refreshing the page to save another image. Perhaps I believed that in a way, I was capturing a small portion of her soul... to be mine, and only mine. The number of people to which I've revealed this to can be counted with the fingers on one hand, and each has labeled me either A) sTaLkEr or B) psycho. I think it's completely healthy... or at least that's what I tell myself. What are your obsessions, fellow I-Mockers? A certain individual you long to caress? An author, perhaps? An old car in your garage, deemed as trash by other people, but which you cherish as an extension of yourself? Do tell. |
