26/30

26/30
watching television:
ducks gang rape. tanya harding is considered. people saw legs off other people. giant steel and canvas dirigibles are on fire. she was slowly poisoned by antifreeze. the radio announcer calls the crash terrific.

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  1. Ryan A. Johnson27 April, 2009 12:57

    ...antifreeze = good

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  2. anis28 April, 2009 15:35

    that. is. crazy.

    ducks gang rape?
    are they being gang raped or doing the gang raping? one of their own or a something else?

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