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  <title>Phoenix, Reborn from the flames.</title>
  <subtitle>Rising from the ashes of the fire...</subtitle>
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  <updated>2005-07-01T14:27:55Z</updated>
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    <title>fawkshee @ 2005-07-02T00:27:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-01T14:27:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-01T14:27:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am drunk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you that is al.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fawkshee:7184</id>
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    <title>The girl of my dreams.</title>
    <published>2005-05-06T02:20:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-06T02:20:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Y'know, if my theory about dreams is correct and they are a window into a parallel world. Where we see different versions of ourselves in different worlds doing different things, then at least one version of myself, out there, somewhere, is lucky enough to be with the girl of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funnily enough, even in my dreams she is still the girl of my dreams. Ironic no? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt about her twice last night and in both dreams I was holding her tight at the end and full of happiness that she wanted to be with me as much as I wanted to be with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only t'were true in real life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why, generally, I really dislike dreaming. *grins*</content>
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    <title>Bored?</title>
    <published>2005-04-28T11:19:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-28T11:19:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You'd have to be really bored to &lt;a href="http://www.blackwinterday.org/foxfy/lame/other.jpg"&gt;click this.&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fawkshee:6714</id>
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    <title>Feeling horrible</title>
    <published>2005-04-10T02:53:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-10T02:53:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's a horrible feeling to know you've caused a person's death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even indirectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even just in a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up from this dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with some friends on a bridge about three metres above the water or so and it was warm and I was bored so I did a back somersault off the bridge into the water, did it no problems because I've always done it with no problems in real life. Anyways a few minutes later a group of girls have come onto the bridge and were sitting around talking and one of them, who'd seen me, stood up and did the same thing I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for some reason the tide had gone out the river was empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked over the edge and she was lying on the rocks with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gods... why did I ever dream that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~_~</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fawkshee:6506</id>
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    <title>A sleeping mig is a cute mig!</title>
    <published>2005-03-24T10:48:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-24T10:48:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm in mig's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sad when I have to go home because I can't take the wonderful people I've met here, home with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~_~</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fawkshee:6177</id>
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    <title>the itsy bitsy spider... got sucked into a jet airplane....</title>
    <published>2005-01-29T07:58:58Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-29T07:58:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Worth an Entry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life ever I might actually be leaving australia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In march there's a good chance I'll be going to either finland or singapore... or maybe both since the finlandish flight stops over in singapore :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you have anywhere else interesting to suggest please do ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment however it looks more like singapore than finland that I'll be going to as finland is lots more expensive to get too... even though I'd far rather go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooooooo wooo for flying foxes!</content>
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    <title>fawkshee @ 2004-05-10T19:20:00</title>
    <published>2004-05-10T09:26:20Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-10T09:34:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Why do things hurt when they shouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;Why do friends vanish when they shouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we do the things we shouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;Why do actions have reprecussions that they shouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we get depressed when we shouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't it all be the way it was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I stop thinking about you for fuck's sake? It's not like i'm in love with you or anything, love is an entirely different feeling... but why does your absence in my life cause me naught but sadness? Why do I think about you at the oddest times and wonder what I did wrong? What did I do to make you not care about me in the first place? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about saying something then realise it is all pointless... I've said it all before and we were friends for a day or two until you drifted again and I was left, staring at a blank screening thinking of you off happy and having fun with all your new friends who you abandoned me for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the funny thing is? You'll never even see this... never even know... never even care... So all this vain depressing posturing is really... nothing more than an arrogant hypocritical waste of space...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh what fun my life is on occasion.... &amp;lt;&amp;lt;</content>
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    <published>2004-05-03T09:37:21Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-03T09:37:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">(quote from irc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Khuffie] you know there's something inherently wrong when the first thing you do after you wake up is check your computer for any messages, yet you know for a fact that you can count the number of people who care using two hands&lt;br /&gt;[Khuffie] wait&lt;br /&gt;[Khuffie] make that one hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(/quote)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny... I know exactly what he means...</content>
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    <title>fawkshee @ 2004-04-26T12:43:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-26T02:45:53Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-26T02:45:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">How do you forget someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had this trouble before, normally if I don't want to think about someone or something I just put it out of my mind but I've been unable to forget about this one person... I'll not think about them for ages then something will we remind me and I'll get all depressed and blah and whatnot... *shrugs* it's more than annoying it's painful. I have no wish to be friends with them again, they left me when they didn't need me and I don't want anything to do with the person again, but I can't keep it out of my mind... so anyone who has any idea of how to help with this, it'd be appreciated... *grins*</content>
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    <title>fawkshee @ 2004-04-25T11:29:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-25T01:29:48Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-25T01:29:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">well my hard drive died last night, Mig, that was why I vanished so suddenly, and it'll be a couple of days afore I can get a new one so I won't be on much for the next few days, if at all.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fawkshee:4965</id>
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    <title>fawkshee</title>
    <published>2004-04-23T12:16:38Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-23T12:16:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Battle Royale is a disturbing movie for a number of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is bare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm bare buttocks... here mig... *grins evilly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have the net properly back but I found myself at a loss as to what to do with it I don't have any messagesboards to post at, no irc channels to go into, few friends, mostly I just come here out of habit these days and it disturbs me because y'know aside from a couple of people (and one who I can't seem to stop thinking about even though y'know it's been so long since we've talked or anything that we're not even technically friends anymore) I didn't miss it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what's changed about me to make me think of the net and go "ho hum what the hell will I do while I'm on it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully I have crystal chronicles, a gameboy advance, a link cable and two roommates who also have gameboy advances and link cables. If you can contrive for it to happen, multiplayer Final Fantasy Cystal Chronicles is an absolutely awesome gaming experience. You can combine spells/skills with other players to produce more powerful effects, you have a family who write to you while you are out on adventure, you meet all these weird and funky people while travelling from town to town. It's absolutely awesomely fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is that you can't have your gameboy advance SP plugged into the power while it's connected to the gamecube which means every few hours you have to stop playing to re-charge the gameboy which is highly annoying. *grins*</content>
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    <title>fawkshee @ 2004-04-19T22:37:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-19T12:38:36Z</published>
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    <content type="html">yeah I'm back... well only half back at the moment till we get a hub and I get my own compy hooked up to the net...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah I'm livin in brisbane now so I'll go stalk sasha all I can.</content>
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    <published>2004-03-21T12:17:39Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-21T12:17:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">On the good side, frozen udl (vodka, lemon and lime) cans don't explode when they freeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bad side, I have five frozen cans which are proving hard to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the good side, with a little ingeniuty and a knife I now have a udl snow cone. Yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bad side, I won't have the net for a month after the 23rd... not that that'll make much difference to anyone but just so y'know I haven't upped and died or anything... Speaking of... why is it 'upped' and died... I mean if you die you go down... *shrugs* anyyyywayyysss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio</content>
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    <published>2004-03-13T13:35:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-13T14:02:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">*wipes away a tear from his moist eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say... my opinion of Joe Pesci has changed... the late movie on tonight was called 'With Honors' about a Harvard student (brendan fraser) who ends up meeting a bum and then befriends him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time a movie made me feel this way was Patch Adams... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's someone to talk to when I'm feeling all mopey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this time of night, no-one's ever on.... Suffice to say if get the chance to watch 'With Honors' I recommend you do, you might find it boring, you might find it trite, but I found it really touching and it's not often that a movie manages to touch me the way that this one did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: nothing like a good episode of scrubs to perk you up and make you feel happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers</content>
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    <title>fawkshee @ 2004-03-09T23:56:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-09T13:02:26Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-09T13:02:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">List of things that'll be in the house when I move there. This is between three people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 PC's.&lt;br /&gt;2 PS2's.&lt;br /&gt;2 Gamecubes.&lt;br /&gt;3 tv's&lt;br /&gt;1 Gameboy Advance Sp's (soon to be three)&lt;br /&gt;A metric tonne of dvd's and games.&lt;br /&gt;1 Xbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some various miscellaneous stuff that's not worth mentioning. :p</content>
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    <title>fawkshee @ 2004-03-07T10:20:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-06T23:20:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-06T23:20:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Profound thought for the day: Raw egg is like honey. Only... not.</content>
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    <title>fawkshee @ 2004-02-29T22:36:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-29T11:36:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-29T11:39:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">SPIDERMAN Mark Voegel became a gruesome feast for the creepy-crawlies he loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They devoured his body after he got a lethal bite from his favourite pet Bettina - a deadly Black Widow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than 200 spiders, several snakes, a gecko called Helmut and several thousand termites gorged on their former master for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police who were called in after neighbours complained about the smell said it was "like a scene from a horror movie".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They found the remains of 30-year-old loner Voegel draped across a sofa, covered in giant cobwebs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Spiders were running all over him," said a spokesman. "They were coming out of his nose and mouth. Larger pieces of flesh had been torn off by the lizards and were taken back to the webs of tarantulas and other bird-eating spiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There were open cages and terrariums everywhere - all bathed in a weird green light. It was horrible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police described Voegel's tiny apartment in the German city of Dortmund as a cross between a botanical garden and the butterfly breeding room in the serial killer movie The Silence of the Lambs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Local expert Gabi Bayer said Voegel should never have been allowed to keep many of his pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She added: "Some of his spiders are so aggressive they're the equivalent of the pit-bull in the animal world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little fun news for you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yay I'll be moving soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Nibsy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://hutta.com/lj/gender"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#34C2E6"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;My journal says I'm 50% masculine.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;What does your LJ writing style say about your gender?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;select name="class"&gt;&lt;option value="users"&gt;Username&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="community"&gt;Community&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="username" value="fawkshee"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Guess your gender."&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hutta.com/lj/gender/"&gt;LJ Gender Tool&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_hutta' lj:user='hutta' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://hutta.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://hutta.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;hutta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/form&gt;</content>
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    <title>fawkshee @ 2004-02-27T00:02:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-26T13:06:42Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-26T13:06:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Can someone teach me how to sleep? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I can sleep... I just wake up feeling crap and achy and y'know, it sets the tone for the entire day... and if I dream.... damn... I feel like... well... even worse. On the plus side I have hikari's easter present all done and got.... I just gotta get Meira's... and true to form... she's proving difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hikari's was easy... I was just looking around out of it like always and I blinked and saw it and was like... Hikari'll love that... I mean she probably won't, but people usually do when I have this feeling about something. And of course if I actually put thought into the gift... mouuuu... I've searched my town high and low but have yet to come up with Meira's.... which is... frustratingly annoying... Hell I was even asking random customers at work if they knew where I could get one... all i got was weird looks... from them and the guy I was working with. :p</content>
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    <title>fawkshee @ 2004-02-25T21:34:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-25T10:34:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-25T10:34:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so bored....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting here reading bash quotes I'm that damn bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone come online so I've got someone to talk to?</content>
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    <title>fawkshee @ 2004-02-23T03:03:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-22T16:05:23Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-22T16:05:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's odd how things can be so bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this person right and I don't think about her at all anymore... almost really... but whenever I'm reminded of her I am sad... Anyways.... I got to talk to her tonight and was all happy happy... but she had to go... and reality came crashing down on in like a brickwall on humpty dumpty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still... Just thinking about her makes me happy.... if sometimes sad.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mouuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot me and get it over with? :p</content>
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    <title>fawkshee @ 2004-02-11T01:20:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-10T14:20:58Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-10T14:20:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yeah I didn't expect that I'd actually post here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Keeter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess this is another goodbye ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun and whatever...</content>
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    <title>fawkshee @ 2004-01-29T22:57:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-29T11:57:49Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Four youths from Canberra, Australia pulled off a trick of breathtaking bravado in order to gain revenge on a mobile speed camera van operating in the area. Three of the group approached the van and distracted the operator's attention by asking a series of questions about how the equipment worked and how many cars the operator could catch in a day. Meanwhile, the fourth musketeer sneaked to the front of the van and unscrewed its numberplate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bidding the van operator goodbye, the friends returned home, fixed the number plate to their car and drove through the camera's radar at high speed - 17 times. As a result, the automated billing system issued 17 speeding tickets to itself. Go Aussies!!</content>
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    <title>fawkshee @ 2004-01-23T12:39:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-23T01:39:29Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-23T01:39:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Going away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of any rhymes today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grins* oh hey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're cooking with gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going now, back monday, don't do anything I wouldn't while I'm gone.</content>
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    <title>fawkshee @ 2004-01-21T15:38:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-21T04:39:29Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-21T04:39:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">For the benefit of Keeter Kaaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15:37] FoxfireLala: Pita Hikari! You naughty girl. Come right here this instant!&lt;br /&gt;[15:37] PitaHika: *runs*!</content>
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    <title>fawkshee @ 2004-01-19T22:30:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-19T11:35:09Z</published>
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    <content type="html">You can call me a geek, a nerd, a loser, chubby, a bit of an idiot... y'know pretty much whatever s'long as it's true... I mean I don't mind, it's true why should I get all upset over it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when some complete fuckstick calls me a racist prick just because I won't give his scabby ass a special that has finished... well then I get a bit pissed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wanker and his friend came into the shop today and tried to score a special that had ended. I said "look sorry, that special has ended there's nothing I can do for you" which is what I would say to anyone. This fucker has the hide to say after I repeatedly say no, I'm not doing it, that I'm a racist prick and that if he was white then I'd give him the damn special. That really gets me irked... I don't give a damn if you're black, white, pink or polka dotted, you're too late? That's too damn bad. Hell I wouldn't even do it for myself if I was too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAR! *goes off to destroy tokyo*</content>
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