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Welcome to New College - the last stop
Contributed by
joe89
on
Wednesday, 3rd October 2007 @ 02:46:47 AM in AEST
Topic:
hbadday
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Rolling through cattle in the doors every morning taught by teachers preachers trying to force there ends meat on me, for free? no
They take my time my hours, gifts to them only to be given dead lines time lines of wars fought by men shrines to them
Im sorry Mr Happy but your an absolute bore! awaiting at the door for us your pension least we mention your an alcoholic depressant ill give you a lesson...
..next time you ask for me Im sure ill be long gone spending high flying nights for the benefit of Mr Kites. ill sing my songs as you count your sins drowning your old sorrows in multitudinous jack and gins
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2007-10-03 02:46:47] (Date/Time posted on
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