Jeezuz, I can only imagine her kids are fucking traumatized during Easter egg hunts. I can just see little Johnny at school shoving his hand in the teachers snatch looking for eggs.
Oh no you don't. The last time you posted something like this I wrote my essay on public 'performance art' like this. I'm not doing it again.
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Originally Posted by wheelchairman
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“Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.” – Bill Hicks
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