I was born and raised near Atlanta. I remember lots of peaches and sunshine and red clay and gentility. I don't remember traffic jams that would make you want to put a bullet through your head.
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I wouldn't mind having a little extra cash, but there are things and people I would not do for a million dollars.
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- Too sweet!
- Love the song; hate the beverage
- What IS that?
- No, no, and no
- Panic
- I don't even like the plane
- Really, I'm too busy
- Where's the stuff?
- I prefer "bumbershoot"
- While I'm at it
- Tell me what I'm thinking
- Yahoo Toolbar
- Vilify smokers
- Playing with Death
- Same old same old
- This is not art
- Oh, my ears! Oh, my eyes! Ow, ow, ow!
- Rub-on eyeshadow
- Reading lists
- Smug twit bar
- No camera zone
- Bad walking shoes
- [Insert tiny penis joke here]
- HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
- Testosterone Poisoning
- Swim with sharks
- Jane Seymour jewelry
- Nothing to rave about
- Follow Ashton
- Buy a used car
- Tom Cruise
- Live in Atlanta
- Not for a million. Not in a million years
- can't type while gagging
- Some indignities can't be justified
- Let's start with a gimme
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April
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Just BREATHE deep and enjoy the Kudzu.
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