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Name: Jon Country: Turkey Metro: Ankara Birthday: 4/9/1988 Gender: Male
Interests: Haley (one fine piece of ass), Relaxing, Any sport that involves hand/foot-eye coordination-(Basketball, Volleyball, Soccer), All kinds of Alcohol, All sorts of music, Smoking a Turkish water-pipe and enjoying life. Expertise: I love to catch fish. My apprentices call me the 'Master-Baiter.' Occupation: Student Industry: Other
Message: message me AIM: guamojigga MSN: guamojigga@hotmail.com
Member Since:
6/21/2005
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| Damn, I have school tomorrow. What a bitch.
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| Fuck! Friday needs to hurry the hell up.
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| There is absolutely nothing to do. Omg....
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Dumb Drunks
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Two drunks were trying to figure out how to get some alcohol for free.
They only had a dollar in change between them. "I've got it, follow
me." said the first man.
They went to a hot dog stand and bought a dog and threw away the bun.
"We'll go into a bar and order drinks, and when the bartender asks for
money, I'll unzip my fly and pull out the hot dog. You drop to your
knees and pretend to suck me off."
The second man agrees to this and they start their rounds.
When they get to the bar, they sit down and have a beer. The bartender tells them, "That will be three dollars."
The first man stands up and upzips his fly. The second man drops to his knees and starts sucking on the hot-dog.
"You faggots!" screams the bartender. "Get the hell out of here!"
They run out and go to another bar and order drinks and when the
bartender asks for money, the first man unzips his fly, and the second
man drops to his knees. The bartender throws them out.
After the sixth bar the second man complains, "Man this isn't working out so well, My knees are killing me!"
"You think you've had it bad," the first man exclaims. "I lost the hotdog four bars ago!"
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| This is going to sound really gay, but, Korhan is officially my new
"emo-convo-buddy" for life. Every conversation we have is awesome.
We're both tired and pissed off about the same damn things. It's kind
of a reliever, because everytime I'm pissed, that mofo is always there
to relate and help me out. This is also going to sound kind of fruity
too, but we have both been shafted between the legs so many times on
all different kinds of occassions that we basically finish each others
sentences during our little 'bitch about life' get togethers. Yea, it's
kind of sad. I feel like a little girl, but it's okay though, because
there's nobody here in Ankara to say anything about it. So, I think
I'll just continue to act like a little girl, unless ofcourse, 5
hot-horny-girls from sweden transfer to our school (no way in hell).
Damn, it's late and I'm pissed.Time for some homework! Not! Later.
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