Monday, August 21, 2006
The Holy Cleavite

Some 'bag-hunter apprentices ask me, DB1, how will I know The Holy Cleavite when I see it?
And I answer: Grasshopper. One can never anticipate nor prepare for the revelation of The Holy Cleavite. One can only experience it in the Moment. In the Present. In the Now.
The Holy Cleavite is not a place. It is not a thing. It is a state of Mind.
Experience It. Know It. Drool over It.
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Ah, but not in the presence of "Lost Boys Bag" here! I hope that's the result of red eyeliner and not coke, for her sake...
"Bleh, I'm a wampire! Three! Three lovely bats ah ha ha haha!"
That's the last time I fall asleep drunk to Sesame street then log on here...
Oh wait, can it be? Not just any Jesus bling, oh no! Our man only wears celtic Jesus bling to attract the....you know..."spiritual" idiot girls that fall for it.
-Seattle Bag Slayer
"Bleh, I'm a wampire! Three! Three lovely bats ah ha ha haha!"
That's the last time I fall asleep drunk to Sesame street then log on here...
Oh wait, can it be? Not just any Jesus bling, oh no! Our man only wears celtic Jesus bling to attract the....you know..."spiritual" idiot girls that fall for it.
-Seattle Bag Slayer
Oh so that's celtic Jesus Bling. I thought that douche was wearing his apartment key as bling so that not only would he look douchebagish but he would also be able to get into his home after a night of heavy drinking.
That bag got puked on in some movie my sister was watching.
And judging by the looks of him, he definitely needs to lay off the blow.
And judging by the looks of him, he definitely needs to lay off the blow.
I've been waiting for E.R. bag to cheat on another girl so I can steal Niela. I love you niela, I'm coming girl.
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