shit talk from October 29, 2009, 9:35 am

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Why don't you love me?

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shit talk from October 28, 2009, 10:26 pm

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doctor, why am I following this person on twitter? I don't know who they are and somehow they showed up on my twitterbox. This is vaguely or perhaps not so vaguely disturbing, especially at 1:25 in the morning in Boston.

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shit talk from October 28, 2009, 8:16 pm

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Tired of people sucking up to Paul Constant.

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shit talk from October 28, 2009, 3:25 pm

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Are you listening to me, Jane? Your friend, that kind old gentleman that you think is so cultured and sophisticated, the man with the black eyes to DIE FOR well, in that, at least, you are closer to the mark than you think. He's evil, Jane.

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shit talk from October 28, 2009, 11:22 am

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These people are morons. Can't they do their own thinking?

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shit talk from October 28, 2009, 10:48 am

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i'm tired of her constant complaints.

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shit talk from October 22, 2009, 2:43 pm

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Goddamn spam bots might make me implement thing damn thing in a not-really-lazy way one day. Until then I am trying a big random hash in the posting address.

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