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So I had to babysit my neighbor's 7 month old baby yesterday while they went out for an anniversary din-din(how cliche). The little strumpet was buggin' the entire time so I figured I'd get a little revenge. I knew the parents would be back soon while the ever familiar abdominal pressure set in. So what did I do? I took a big old poop in one of the diapers and changed the baby with that diaper. A few minutes later, the parents walked in and I made like I was getting ready to change him, proclaiming that he must have just had an accident. Of course, they tell me that they'll perform the service and thanked me, after which I abruptly left. Wow, I can only imagine the look on their faces as they saw a turd almost as big as the baby's leg!
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Haha, just joshing. I'm eccentric, but not a sicko. :):-p
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wow thats great!

Why do you write "93" everywhere in your post's?

:bigeek: lol/wtf

I want to club your avatar.

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:eek::eek: ARG!! Die in a fire!! Seals shall one day inherit the earth!
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hhaha you got somethin broke

Haha, I kid! I just had to say it :mrgreen:. So yeah, what is the deal with the 93s? I knew a guy once who did something similar with his posts. He'd always *appear out of the inky shadows* at the beginning of each one. Weird guy. Are you going to be like him and never explain it? Or maybe make us try to figure it out?

He explained it once...or posted a link.

But I don't think anyone understood it.

It is in his signature guys (for the 10000000000000th time)

ur a weird ass dude

i think ur a big mystery to all of us, who are you anyway?

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I am Kevin of Langhorne. But alas, merely a name. Who a person is to another is limited to the perception of the perceiver. Therefore, the totality of a single person is reflected upon many mirrors; the same person, different angles. With so many mirrors, one begins to get confused as to which is the real person and which is the reflection. The real person gets confused hirself, the ego ascending in the maze of mirrors. But when one stops for a moment and closes hir eyes, becoming self aware, one reconstructs the shattered self into unity.
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hahahahahaha. *waiting for people to chime in with "wtf"*

Oh dip. I think you just made a fact!

ur either nuts, or a scientist, probaly both,

how many times did u do acid and what do u do for a living?

You didn't used to live off of Hollywood/Clearview Ave. in Langhorne by any chance, did you? Or blow spit bubbles with your tongue?

Sometimes I wish I wasn't named Kevin. :(

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Well, if it it's any consolation, I prefer to spell my name as Qevin or Cevin.
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Nah, I'm bleeding pretty good here... oh well.







lol funny story none-the-less.

Haines you get weirder and weirder by the day. How is your VW?