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| Topic: anyone ever heard of larry sinclaire? | |
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=nwgD-8Bj_Qs
you just have to watch it, it's a wild story... |
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disgusting pyscho,,,,
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disgusting pyscho,,,, lol.. i was wondering what you would say about this...it sounds so far off, it just couldn't really be true... could it? |
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anything is possible
so much crap is oozing out on so many people these days hard to say, but ewwwww...a visual i didn't need |
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anything is possible so much crap is oozing out on so many people these days hard to say, but ewwwww...a visual i didn't need oh yea, your not into gay-butt sex...lol 
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anything is possible so much crap is oozing out on so many people these days hard to say, but ewwwww...a visual i didn't need oh yea, your not into gay-butt sex...lol
Cocaine induced gay butt sex.... sounds ferocious! |
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Sounds like a recipe for "santorum"....google it 
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yeah, saw that awhile back perfect!! |
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I think that I will pass.
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"I had learned not to care. I blew a few smoke rings, remembering those years. Pot had helped, and booze; maybe a little blow when you could afford it. Not smack, though—Mickey, my potentional intiator had been just a little too eager for me to go through with that. Said he could do it blindfolded, but he was shaking like a faulty engine when he said it. Maybe he was just cold; we were standing in a meat freezer in the back of the deli where he worked, and it couldn't have been more than twenty degrees in there. But he didn't look like he was sweating, his face shiny and tight. He had pulled out the needle and the tubing, and I'd looked at him standing there, surrounded by big slabs of salami and roast beef, and right then an image popped into my head of an air bubble, shiny and round like a pearl, rolling quietly through a vein and stopping my heart... Junkie. Pothead. That's where I'd be headed: the final, fatal role of the young would-be black man. Except the highs hadn't been about that, me trying to prove what a down brother I was. Not by then anyway. I got just the opposite effect, something that could push questions of who I was out of my mind, something that could flatten out the landscape of my heart, blur the edges of my memory. I had discovered that it didn't make any difference whether you smoked reefer in the white classmmate's sparkling new van, or in the dorm room of some brother you'd met at the gym, or on the beach with a couple of Hawaiian kids who had dropped out of school and now spent most of their time looking for an excuse to brawl."
Barack Obama |
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"I had learned not to care. I blew a few smoke rings, remembering those years. Pot had helped, and booze; maybe a little blow when you could afford it. Not smack, though—Mickey, my potentional intiator had been just a little too eager for me to go through with that. Said he could do it blindfolded, but he was shaking like a faulty engine when he said it. Maybe he was just cold; we were standing in a meat freezer in the back of the deli where he worked, and it couldn't have been more than twenty degrees in there. But he didn't look like he was sweating, his face shiny and tight. He had pulled out the needle and the tubing, and I'd looked at him standing there, surrounded by big slabs of salami and roast beef, and right then an image popped into my head of an air bubble, shiny and round like a pearl, rolling quietly through a vein and stopping my heart... Junkie. Pothead. That's where I'd be headed: the final, fatal role of the young would-be black man. Except the highs hadn't been about that, me trying to prove what a down brother I was. Not by then anyway. I got just the opposite effect, something that could push questions of who I was out of my mind, something that could flatten out the landscape of my heart, blur the edges of my memory. I had discovered that it didn't make any difference whether you smoked reefer in the white classmmate's sparkling new van, or in the dorm room of some brother you'd met at the gym, or on the beach with a couple of Hawaiian kids who had dropped out of school and now spent most of their time looking for an excuse to brawl." Barack Obama damn druggies... and they don't even share.... 
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disgusting pyscho,,,, lol.. i was wondering what you would say about this...it sounds so far off, it just couldn't really be true... could it? its not that it 'couldnt' be true,,its that the guys LIVING has evolved around deceiving people his whole life so its 'most likely' another lie,,, |
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