8/23/2011

Part of Brain Gone, Too

Profile Sent in by Tasha:

About me:

Without an appendix, tonsils, or a kidney, I have less meat than most but my heart is larger than anyone's. Just ask anyone. Go on and ask them. I'll wait.

Done asking?

Good. I believe nothing man says but only the words of the prophets. They told me to sign up for this site (RIP- THOSE WHO WENT BEFORE ME) and i'm doing it for them. If I find love I will dedicate it to them in a pride of a lionesses. Enemies stand no chance against me! They will slay at me feets.
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7 comments:

  1. Polka Dot8/23/2011 11:09 PM

    She sounds like she might appreciate the "com passion" wielded by the "staff of wiener."

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  2. Polka Dot8/23/2011 11:13 PM

    ^He with his "worlds" and "hiugs" and she with her "feets" and "a lionesses."

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  3. Ipdar8/23/2011 11:26 PM

    I feel as though this should be a cult reference that I have heard before.

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  4. Punchy McToughguy8/24/2011 1:30 AM

    "They will slay at me feets". Lol, I done know why that cracked me up so much. Maybe I'm drunk.

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  5. churro8/24/2011 9:02 AM

    I imagine crackhead bards trying to recite Lord of the Rings...

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  6. TacoDave8/25/2011 8:04 PM

    People with enlarged hearts die young. The More You Know™.

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  7. Claire (and Nikki)8/27/2011 6:56 PM

    Hahaha! It sounds like she took a long break, waiting for imaginary people to go asking about her heart. While she was waiting, she snorted a line of blow and drank a few martinis, then finished making her profile.

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