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Nate lives in a world where photos age up with you.
A cold hard world of amazon gold where fleeting memories are just that. |
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Then I found where you posted it and started typing "But I didn't say anything to you!" But then I found where you originally posted it (which I'm not going to link to here) and realised that my response was indeed kinda creepy. So I withdraw all previous statements and lock myself away where I can't harm anyone. In fairness to myself, you were pretty much fishing for compliments. |
I'll take it. Good game.
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Oh hey, it's Hobo.
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Is Hobo back, or did Hobo never leave?
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Maybe Hobo was inside us, all along.
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Like a tapeworm
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Or Peter.
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Peter's never been inside anyone. That's just not how he operates.
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And thus concludes the age-old "What happened that night on OddTour 4a?" question that has plagued us for sporadic minutes at a time.
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Whatever happens in the OddTour. Stays in the OddTour.
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I... uhhh... had never heard any assertions of insertions at Oddtour 4a.
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Oh, I heard them from you.
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He plugs his ears when he talks.
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My friends are constantly revealing secrets they know about me, and I ask, "how do you know this?" and they tell me "you told us." I have no memory of this. One recently commented on my singing voice, and I asked how they would know about my singing. "You sing in our presence all the time. You're singing a sea shanty right now."
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Congratulations
Your LAZY UNEMPLOYMENT BEARD evolved into SCRUFFY ART STUDENT BEARD ![]() |
you look kinda tired dude
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That's definitely an art student. The conical hair is a dead giveaway.
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Art students are my mortal enemy
Now we must fight to the death |
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Your mum should want you to clean your room. And use clean clothes.
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Well someone got more handsome. :I
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My SCUBA shop had a costume party. My brother and I coordinated.
https://fbcdn-sphotos-h-a.akamaihd.n...cba9320be3f336 |
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I've kind of been up and down on my commitment to working out in the past couple of years, but for the last few months I've really buckled down and forced myself to do it. Every time I meet a goal, I take a picture at the end of the week, and label it with the amount of weeks I am into the current routine. Here are the first goal picture, and the most recent. I don't know how to show the progress while wearing a shirt, so you prudes are just going to have to deal with the shirtlessness.
Apparently, I can only add one image at a time from my phone. Oh, well. |