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Dec 28, 2007
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Oops
"Smug," I know you know the meaning.
You are an over-educated pompous little
fart of-a-man.
Where is your passion?
Belittling me?
But you can't...
because I can still learn.
What manner of Life form are you, to think you know everything
about anything?
You are merely a collected putrid gas cloud hurling through space
on the same living rock that I am on.
oops...
did I insult your intelligence.
Fuck you.
— themoonman, Dec 28, 2007
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Critiques
weirdelf
18 years 5 months ago
Aaah, the unwriten resignation letters I write everyday
themoonman
18 years 5 months ago
Hi Jess...
winterrain
18 years 5 months ago
oops
themoonman
18 years 5 months ago
Hi winterrain...
IKnowNoBox
18 years 5 months ago
Ha Ha ...But Whoa
themoonman
18 years 5 months ago
I love it...
IKnowNoBox
18 years 5 months ago
Your on the list.
Arrow
17 years 3 months ago
Oh! I've felt like this all week.
themoonman
17 years 3 months ago
Arrow...
Eduardo Cruz
17 years 3 months ago
Richard,
themoonman
17 years 3 months ago
Eddie...
themoonman
17 years 3 months ago
Hi Janice...
Ink Dragon
17 years 3 months ago
Richard,
themoonman
17 years 3 months ago
Hi Nina...
Conect11
17 years 3 months ago
why doesn't Microsoft Word offer this as the resignation letter
themoonman
17 years 3 months ago
Hey...
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