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I once attacked an enemy's parents van with a rainspout. Don't ask.
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FormerStudentIntern
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February 24, 2009
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It's cool how sharing one memory leads to another, and to another, and to another. It's like opening up Pandora's box. LOL
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TAPS.
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February 23, 2009
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I could probably write a book. My cousin and I did all sorts of stuff
we would cook up a meal when we were at my place alone. I don't know how we didn't burn down the house.
posted by
Kabu
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February 23, 2009
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Hmmmm???
What do you mean "once".........
posted by
Corbin_Dallas
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February 23, 2009
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I remember hanging out on a friends front yard every summer night with about 10 other kids from the neighborhood - just talking. Those were the best times. Mal
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gapcohen
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February 23, 2009
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you are so right, memories you stored in your memory bank but havent needed to use that part of your memories. Even something simple as a name, or a smell will trigger some memories
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lustorlove
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February 23, 2009
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At least we were not defacing or destroying property....
like in more recent days. We settled our differences and may have had some harsh words thrown around and a little pushing & shooving going on, but we didn't pull a knife or gun out and waste anyone. I did accidentally shoot my sister in the back of the leg with my BB gun & I begged her to shoot me back instead of telling Mom. She was a good sis and did neither. Those were the good days in a lot of ways. How did this world get so far off course?
posted by
Texas_Gem
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February 23, 2009
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Re: Hazel, hahahaha
LMAO...No shit...lmao
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hazel_st_cricket
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February 23, 2009
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Hazel, hahahaha
you better hope there are no home movies on that one. LOL
posted by
shelly_b
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February 23, 2009
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My Mom and Dad always told me I was the first "streaker".
When I was two...I took off all my clothes and ran down the street stark naked. In the middle of the afternoon. All the neighbors were out ! LMAO ! YIPPIE !!! lol
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hazel_st_cricket
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February 23, 2009
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