I hope when we die, my philosophy professor and I end up in the same place (preferably a temperate region). That way when I run into him, I can say, "Yo, Vlad... you were too old for me back on Earth. But we're dead now. Can you remember what year you were born? Yea... me neither."
Fin.
Sunday, September 4, 2005
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4 comments:
narinch em: ew
narinch em: i know what i want
narinch em: and where i want it
what the hell? how out of context is that...
narinch em: man
narinch em: i should have come in pajamas
stop!
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