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Name: Pit
Country: United States
State: New York
Metro: New York City
Birthday: 2/14/1976
Gender: Male
Interests: stream of consciousness blabber, transformer porn, slash fiction, hugging
Expertise: transformer porn, slash fiction
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art
Message: message me
Member Since:
11/30/2005
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| if i were going to give the world a coke...it would definitely be today.
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| So what if I think the artist I am interning with "smells nice." I think lots of things smell nice... | | |
| The first porn magazine I ever saw was a Playboy. It was summer and I
was walking over a bridge near my house when I was eleven or twelve. I
stopped to look over the side and see how high the brook was. I was so
hot that I was considering climbing down the bank and going for a swim.
As I looked over the side into the brook I noticed that there was
something under the surface of the water. Closer inspection revealed
that it was a magazine so I went down to the water to get a closer
look. The magazine was fanned open by the flowing water and I could see
a lot of body parts that seemed...well, interesting.
I waded into the water and crouched down to pick up the magazine for a
closer look. As I lifted it, the pages ripped and it floated back to
the stream bed. I tried again, with similar results. The paper had
become so delicate that any attempt to lift the magazine out of the
water destroyed it. So...I held it underwater and gently looked though
it several times. When it was time to get home, I picked a favorite
page and pressed it to a piece of flat bark and lifted it out of the
water.
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Hey, here is a funny sign I found recently:
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| Johnny Cash — Ballad of A Teenage Queen
(Dream on, dream on teenage queen prettiest girl we've ever seen)
There's a story in our town
Of the prettiest girl around
Golden hair and eyes of blue
How those eyes could flash at you (How those eyes could flash at you)
Boys hung 'round her by the score
But she loved the boy next door who worked at the candy store
(Dream on, dream on teenage queen prettiest girl we've ever seen)
She was tops in all they said
It never once went to her head
She had everything it seems
Not a care, this teenage queen (Not a care, this teenage queen)
Other boys could offer more
But she loved the boy next door who worked at the candy store
(Dream on, dream on teenage queen you should be a movie queen)
He would marry her next spring
Saved his money, bought a ring
Then one day a movie scout
Came to town to take her out (Came to town to take her out)
Hollywood could offer more
So she left the boy next door working at the candy store
(Dream on, dream on teenage queen see you on the movie screen)
Very soon she was a star
Pretty house and shiny car
Swimming pool and a fence around
But she missed her old home town (But she missed her old home town)
All the world was at her door
All except the boy next door who worked at the candy store
(Dream on, dream on teenage queen saddest girl we've ever seen)
Then one day the teenage star
Sold her house and all her cars
Gave up all her wealth and fame
Left it all and caught a train (Left it all and caught a train)
Do I have to tell you more
She came back to the boy next door who worked at the candy store
(Now this story has some more, you'll hear it all at the candy store)
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