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Egor's avatar is an earless cat DJ!! And look, it's late! It's late for its first set ever, so it's running.
But it doesn't have opposable thumbs anyway so it won't be able to spin the breaks. It had to clip its claws so the records wouldn't get scratch marks. That's why its late. Run little raver cat, run! Last edited by SquiLa; Dec 19, 04 at 11:26 PM. |
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"the cat that walked by himself"
Im am getting tired of converting old jazz records and stories onto this computer so i can give them to my uncle for a christmas presant... Evil computer... Evil popping EVIL! *falls asleep on the keyboard while listening to duke ellington* |
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falling eyelids
Note to self and anyone who cares.
If your going to rave sober MAKE SURE you have nothing to do the next day.... *rahhhh!* got home at 9:30 am... fell into bed.. got a phonecall from california like Seconds after i got home talked for ten minutes and then slept till 1 pm.... WHY!!!! i had SOOOO much to do and now im going to be up all night even tho my eyes are just... AHHH! *falls asleep again* |
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Cats with Thumbs
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http://www.thecatgallery.com/polydactyl_cats.html |
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Cat DJ's
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Yup, seeds make a tamatoe a fruit, and a strawberry is the only fruit to have seeds on the outside. |
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I LOVE JAZZ! *chills out to sonny greer- mood indigo* |
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She was too kind, wooed too persistently,
Wrote moving letters to me day by day; The more she wrote, the more unmoved was I, The more she gave, the less could I repay. Therefore I grieve, not that I was not loved, But that, being loved, I could not love again. I liked, but like and love are far removed; Hard though I tried to love I tried in vain. For she was plain and lame and fat and short, Forty and over-kind. Hence it befell That though I loved her in a certain sort, Yet did I love too wisely but not well. Ah! had she been more beauteous or less kind She might have found me of another mind. ii And now, though twenty years are come and gone, That little lame lady's face is with me still; Never a day but what, on every one, She dwells with me, as dwell she ever will. She said she wished I knew not wrong from right; It was not that; I knew, and would have chosen Wrong if I could, but, in my own despite, Power to choose wrong in my chilled veins was frozen. 'Tis said that if a woman woo, no man Should leave her till she have prevailed; and, true, A man will yield for pity, if he can, But if the flesh rebels what can he do? I could not. Hence I grieve my whole life long The wrong I did, in that I did no wrong. iii Had I been some young sailor, continent Perforce three weeks and then well plied with wine, I might in time have tried to yield consent And almost (though I doubt it) made her mine. Or had it been but once and never again, Come what come might, she should have had her way; But yielding once were yielding twice, and then I had been hers for ever and a day. Or had she only been content to crave A marriage of true minds, her wish was granted; My mind was hers, I was her willing slave In all things else except the one she wanted: And here, alas! at any rate to me She was an all too, too impossible she |
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sheena sheena bo bina! ur cute!!! i wanna actually kick w/ u for more than a minute. im coming up on the weekend after new years. wanna come out clubbing with me and a few girls? its gonna be girls night. bri and myra are coming too. holla at me. peace. mwah!!
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