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Published: 2007-04-23 11:54:49 +0000 UTC; Views: 1059; Favourites: 11; Downloads: 31
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A smooshka is a little pink barnoaflasas you probably all know
me and grandma got bored for a seconds, and since barnoaflas is a great deal of boredom, grandma said it was a smooska, no joke, yes, grandma is crazy like me, and yes manicho, my grandma and me speak about barnoaflas, allso she keeps calling me a shenanigan, which is pretty annoying, considering what a shenanigan is lol
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lol wtf is this nonsense .... 
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haha thanks man! i've been watching AREA01 for so long but never watched you sorry 
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wtf is a smooshka , tell me or i wills et wild rodents on you .... hehe and as for area01 glad you like my little club
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lawl! read the descibtion lol, well a smooshka is a little pink barnoaflas xD what is a barnoaflas you ask? its a word of ~machino and depicts great boredom
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so a little pink barnoaflas (smooshka) is when your bored and go ALL GAY!
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you having a smooshka? xD
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i'm going to ram me a smooshka up inside your one of your orifices and then you'll really be having one
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do you want me to kill you or enlarge your boobies?
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heeeeeeeeeeeeeeey, what's up shenanigans?!
I 
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I. AM. NOT. A... *shootssusana*
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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!...
.....how oft when men are at the point of death
Have they been merry! which their keepers call
A lightning before death. O, how may I
Call this a lightning? O my love! my wife!
Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.
Thou art not conquer'd. Beauty's ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?
O, what more favour can I do to thee
Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain
To sunder his that was thine enemy?
Forgive me, cousin.' Ah, dear Juliet,
Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe
That unsubstantial Death is amorous,
And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
For fear of that I still will stay with thee
And never from this palace of dim night
Depart again. Here, here will I remain
With worms that are thy chambermaids. O, here
Will I set up my everlasting rest
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
Come, bitter conduct; come, unsavoury guide!
Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
The dashing rocks thy seasick weary bark!
Here's to my love! [Drinks.] O true apothecary!
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
~William Shakespear
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wow, that's one big poem. And beautiful btw...
Love the ending part.
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22 km van bergen af
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when I'm an old man ... and my canon will get you
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