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From: jason (Mar 31, 2004 00:32 EST)
omg im bout to cum!
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From: anon. (Apr 04, 2004 07:49 EDT)
you can see her tan line! cum on lindsay, pull those pants down!
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From: pimp (Apr 14, 2004 00:05 EDT)
damn...you know shes a freak too...i bet she rides it hard all night long...she could ride me anytime! fukcing fine ASS BITCH!
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From: olmstedsuckmkay (Apr 24, 2004 21:08 EDT)
love the see though shirt to bra wonder wut size that is huge dam so fine babe
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From: [email protected] (Apr 25, 2004 04:28 EDT)
i want to marry you and have your children
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From: [email protected] (Apr 30, 2004 13:30 EDT)
nice rack!!!
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From: bob (May 03, 2004 23:48 EDT)
i want to fuck the shit out of her
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From: titty fucker (May 09, 2004 18:14 EDT)
after i fucked her with my foot long, their would be nothing left for the rest of u asswholes to fuck!!
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From: seth (May 14, 2004 00:43 EDT)
He He!
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From: seth (May 14, 2004 00:45 EDT)
the pants, the pants, so low, so close!! come on pull em' down!!! id do anything to get her in bed!
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From: Riddle Bob (May 16, 2004 00:16 EDT)
Nice BARE BELLY.
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From: steve (May 27, 2004 09:22 EDT)
Id splooge if she gave me a sexy look in person
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From: Lindsay Lohan (May 29, 2004 22:42 EDT)
Just so u know, some of my pussy hair is showing there, if u wanna see more of it E-mail me at [email protected]
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From: Dale (May 30, 2004 21:02 EDT)
ya. i just totaly blew my load on this
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From: dude (May 30, 2004 23:01 EDT)
fuck that pussy so fuckin hard HARDCOR#E
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From: Kolton Crutcher (Jun 07, 2004 12:46 EDT)
LINDSAY if you like it freaky tell me cause i would make you moun like a happy ass retard if you marry me and fuck me
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From: [email protected] (Jun 10, 2004 11:09 EDT)
shes so frikin hott
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From: chris (Jun 11, 2004 14:47 EDT)
She is so fucking ugly. Her face has nothing hot about it. She has ok boobs but there not that big and she's gross and has to many freckles and always gets those orange fake tans. She should not even be famous she is a makeup cake face and she is nothing to get excited over.
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From: Lindsay fan (Jun 18, 2004 19:58 EDT)
I love that bra babee
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From: QUEER (Jun 26, 2004 09:11 EDT)
I THINK I AM IN LOVE
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From: Pimpin88 (Jun 29, 2004 23:41 EDT)
That gurl is fuckin fine, u kno im sayin, all these otha niggas up in this motha fucka kno what im talkin bout, damn babe y u aint tell ur a hoe!, Oh well i dont give a shit man i would fuck u anyway
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From: rocksolid (Jul 06, 2004 23:15 EDT)
chris go and fuck your self with a shotgun because you are a waste of an orgasm
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From: kyle (Jul 11, 2004 14:09 EDT)
if you could do one thing to her belly what would you do?
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From: donaldkeysor_12345@yahoo (Jul 13, 2004 11:11 EDT)
hey lindsey if you read this then by god do. you are so beautiful. i would take you in a second
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From: avenged_sevenfold (Jul 13, 2004 13:49 EDT)
i would cum all over her belly kyle.
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From: Lindsay (Jul 24, 2004 19:38 EDT)
Hey guys, It's me again! I used to have the sn [email protected], but I deleted it for some wierd reason, so now I have [email protected]. E-mail me anytime to see my new pron pics!, Bye
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From: Neale Donald Waslsh (Aug 01, 2004 12:55 EDT)
Once upon a time there was a little Soul who said to God, I know who I am!" And God said, "That's wonderful! Who are you?" And the Little Soul shouted, "I am the Light!" God smiled a big smile. "That's right!" God exclaimed. "You are the Light." The Little Soul was so happy, for it had figured out what all the souls in the Kingdom were there to figure out. "WOW," said the Little Soul, "this is really cool!" But soon, knowing who it was not enough, The Little Soul felt stirrings inside, and now wanted to be who it was. And so the Little Soul went back to God (which is not a bad idea for all souls who want to be Who They Really Are) and said "Hi God! Now that I know Who I Am, is it ok for me to be it?" And God said "You mean you want to be Who You Already Are?" "Well," replied the Little Soul, "it's one thing to know Who I Am, and another to actually be the Light!" "But you already are the Light," God repeated, smiling again. "Yes, but I want to see what it feels like!" cried the Little Soul. "Well," said God with a chuckle, "I suppose I should have known. You always were an adventurous one." Then God's expression changed. "there's only one thing..." "What?" asked the Little Soul. "Well, there is nothing else but the Light. You see, I created nothing but what you are; and so, there is no easy way for you to experience yourself as Who You Are, since there is nothing you are not." "Huh?" said the Little Soul, who was now a little confused. "Think of it this way," said God. "You are like a candle in the Sun. Oh, you're there alright. Along with a million, ka-zillion other candles who make up the Sun. And the Sun would not be the Sun without you. Nay, it would be a sun without one of its candles...and that would not be the Sun at all; for it would not shine as brightly. Yet, how to know yourself as the Light when you are amidst the Light--that is the question." "Well," the Little Soul perked up, "you're God Think of something!" Once more God smiled. "I already have," God said. "Since you cannot see yourself as the Light when you are in the Light, we'll surround you with darkness." "What's darkness?" the Little Soul asked. God replied, "It's that which you are not." "Will I be afraid of the dark?" cried the Little Soul. "Only if you choose to be," God answered. "There is nothing, really, to be afraid of, unless you decide that there is. You see, we are making it all up. We are pretending." "Oh," said the Little Soul, and felt better already. Then God explained that, in order to experience anything at all, the exact opposite will appear. "It is a great gift," God said, "because without it, you could not know what anything is like. You could not know Warm without Cold, Up without Down, Fast without Slow. You could not know Left without Right, Here without There, Now without Then. And so, "God concluded, "when you are surrounded with darkness, do not shake your fist and raise your voice and curse the darkness. Rather be a Light unto the darkness, and don’t be mad about it. Then you will know Who You Really Are, and all others will know, too. Let your Light so shine that everyone will know how special you are!" "You mean it's ok to let others see how special I am?" asked the Little Soul. "Of course!" God chuckled. "It's very okay! But remember, 'special' does not mean 'better'. Everybody is special, each in their own way! Yet many others have forgotten that. They will see that it is okay for them to be special only when you see that it is okay for you to be special." "Wow," said the Little Soul, dancing and skipping and laughing and jumping with joy. "I can be as special as I want to be!" Yes and you can start right now," said God, who was dancing and skipping and laughing right along with the Little Soul. "What part of special do you want to be?" "What part of special?" the Little Soul repeated. "I don't understand." "Well," God explained, "being special has lots of parts to it. It is special to be kind. It is special to be gentle. It is special to be creative. It is special to be patient. Can you think of any other ways it is special to be?" The Little Soul sat quietly for a moment. "I can think of lots of ways to be special!" the Little Soul then exclaimed. "It is special to be helpful. It is special to be sharing. It is special to be friendly. It is special to be considerate of others!" Yes!" God agreed, "and you can be all those things, or any part of special you wish to be, at any moment. That's what it means to be the light." "I know what I want to be, I know what I want to be!" the Little Soul announced with great excitement. "I what to be the part of special called 'forgiving'. Isn’t it special to be forgiving?" "Oh, yes, God assured the Little Soul. "That is very special." "Okay," said the Little Soul. "That's what I want to be. I want to be forgiving. I want to experience myself as that." "Good," said God, "but there's one thing you should know." The Little Soul was becoming a bit impatient now. It always seemed as though there were some complication. "What is it?" the Little Soul sighed. "There is no one to forgive." "No one?" the Little Soul could hardly believe what had been said. "No one!" God repeated. "Everything I have made is perfect. There is not a single soul in all creation less perfect than you. Look around you." It was the Little Soul that realized a large crowd had gathered. Souls had come from far and wide--from all over the Kingdom--for the word had gone forth that the Little Soul was having this extraordinary conversation with God, and everyone wanted to hear what they were saying. Looking at the countless other souls gathered there, the Little Soul had to agree. None appeared less wonderful, less magnificent, or less perfect than the Little Soul itself. Such was the wonders of the souls gathered around, and so bright was their Light, that the Little Soul could scarcely gaze upon them. "Who then to forgive?" asked God. "Boy this is going to be no fun at all!" grumbled the Little Soul. "I wanted to experience myself as One Who Forgives. I wanted to know what that part of special felt like." And the Little Soul learned what it must feel like to be sad. But just then a Friendly soul stepped forward from the crowd. "Not to worry, Little Soul," the Friendly Soul said, "I will help you." "You will?" the Little Soul brightened. "But what can you do?" "Why, I can give you someone to forgive!" "You can?" "Certainly!" chirped the Friendly Soul. "I can come into your next lifetime and do something for you to forgive." "But why? Why would you do that?" the Little Soul asked. "You who are Being of such utter perfection! You, who vibrate with such a speed that it creates a Light so bright I can hardly gaze upon you! What could cause you to want to slow down your vibration to such a speed that your bright Light would become dark and dense? What could cause you-- who are so light that you dance upon the stars and move throughout the Kingdom with the speed of your thought--to come into my life and make yourself so heavy that you could do this bad thing?" "Simple," the Friendly Soul said. "I would do it because I love you." The Little Soul seemed surprised at the answer. "Don't be so amazed," said the Friendly Soul, "you have done the same thing for me. Don't you remember? Oh, we have danced together, you and I, met many times. Through the eons across all the ages have we danced. Across all time and in many places have we played together. You just don't remember. "We have both been All Of It. We have been the Here and the There of it, the Now and the Then of it. We have been Male and Female, the good and the bad-- we have both been victim and villain of it. Thus have we come together, you and I, many times before; each bringing to the other the exact and perfect opportunity to Express and to Experience Who You Really Are. And so, "the Friendly Soul explained a little further, "I will come into your next lifetime and be the 'bad one' this time. I will do something really terrible, and then you can experience yourself as the One Who Forgives." "But what will you do?" the Little Soul asked, just a little nervously, "that will be so terrible?" "OH" replied the Friendly Soul with a twinkle, "we'll think of something." Then the Friendly Soul seemed to turn serious, and said in a quiet voice, "You are right about one thing, you know." "What is that?" the Little Soul wanted to know. "I will have to slow down my vibrations and become very heavy to do this not-so-nice thing. And so, I have but one favor to ask of you in return." "Oh, anything, anything!" cried the Little Soul, and began to dance and sing, "I get to be forgiving, I get to be forgiving!" Then the Little Soul saw that the Friendly Soul was remaining very quiet. "what is it?" the Little Soul asked. "What can I do for you? You are such an angel to be willing to do this for me!" "Of course this Friendly Soul is an angel!" God interrupted. "Everyone is! Always remember: I have sent you nothing but angels." And so the Little Soul wanted nothing more than ever to grant the Friendly Soul's request. "What can I do for you?" The Little Soul asked again. "In the moment that I strike you and smite you," the Friendly Soul replied, "in the moment I do the worst to you that you could possibly imagine---in that very moment..." "Yes?" the little Soul interrupted, "yes...?" The Friendly Soul got quieter still. "Remember Who I Really Am." (tears) "Oh, I will!" cried the Little Soul, "I promise! I will always remember you as I see you right here, right now!" "Good," said the Friendly Soul," because, you see, I will have been pretending so hard, I will have forgotten myself. And if you do not remember me as I really am, I may not be able to remember for a very long time. And if I forget Who I Am, you may even forget Who You Are, and we will both be lost. Then we will need another soul to come along and remind us both Who We Are." "No we won't!" the Little Soul promised again. "I will remember you! And I will thank you for bringing me this gift---the chance to experience myself as Who I Am." And so the agreement was made. And the Little Soul went forth into a new lifetime, excited to be the Light, which was very special, and excited to be the part of special called forgiveness. And the Little Soul waited anxiously to be able to experience itself as Forgiveness, and to thank whatever other soul made it possible. And at the moments in that new lifetime, whenever a new soul appeared on the scene, whether that new soul brought joy or sadness--and especially if it brought sadness-- the Little Soul thought of what God had said. "Always remember," God had smiled, I have sent you nothing but angels."
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From: Sorry, I don't exist (Aug 04, 2004 19:07 EDT)
You guys are so rude, I mean, gosh, just because she is a celebrity, doesn't mean she is a toy...
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From: Night time (Aug 04, 2004 19:15 EDT)
uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh
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From: Anonymous (Aug 09, 2004 12:57 EDT)
"Sorry, I don't exist", I totally agree with you
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From: Read my fucking essay (Aug 13, 2004 05:33 EDT)
When I was in primary school I was taught the “proper” way to write letters, but it just seemed unnecessary and old-fashioned when I had the phone to use. Today it’s used mostly in a business sense. Letters have fallen in importance in comparison with the telephone, and now faxes and email. However they still survive as people still enjoy seeing letters written in the hand of the sender rather than being typed up on the computer and sent as emails. Back in the day though, letters were the main method of communication. Early settlers in Australia would watch as ships come in to Sydney Harbour or through the Heads to Melbourne. Watkin Tench describes the arrival of the Lady Juliana in June 1790: Letters, letters was the cry. They were produced and torn open in trembling agitation. News burst on us like meridian splendour on a blind man. We were overwhelmed with it, public, private, general and particular. Even though their grammar and spelling was bad, many letters from the 18th and 19th centuries showed great care in writing, and often went on for many pages. Settlers in Australia often felt very lonely and isolated from their loved ones back in their mother country and often felt great joy when letters arrived by ship. If the worldwide telephone system can be considered a machine, it is the biggest ever built by the human race. In 1996 there were over 540 million telephones on the planet, roughly one for every 10 people. Alexander Graham Bell was the first person to file a patent for a working phone on Jan 20th 1876. It was described “The method of, and apparatus for, transmitting vocal or other sounds telegraphically. . . by causing electrical undulations, similar in form to the vibrations of the air accompanying the said vocal or other sounds.” The telegraph was invented in 1837 by Sir Charles Wheatstone and Sir William Cooke in Great Britain and by Samuel Morse in the US. All it carries is a series of electric clicks as a simple electrical connection is made and then broken. The timing of the clicks, via the Morse Cord,e make up letters, which then make up words. It’s slow but even if the signal is weak the clicks are easy to recognise. The first telegraph cable to cross an ocean was laid in 1865. Telephones overtook the telegraph because changes in technology allowed human voices to be sent long distances. Inductive coils which were first tested on telephone lines in 1900, carried voices over 400 km. By 1926, people could have conversations over the phone from across oceans, but the quality was bad and the prices high. A 3 minutes phone call between New York and London cost 75 US dollars. The concept of using satellites was first proposed by Arthur C. Clarke in 1945, and in 1964, almost 20 years later, Intelsat 1 was placed in orbit above the Atlantic Ocean and could transmit 240 phone conversations at the same time. Tests on cellular phones began in 1978, and the first cel phone system began in Chicago in 1983, with a connection fee of 3000 US plus a service fee of 150 US a month. In Australia they were introduced in 1987. Since then cel phones have evolved from a novelty item that businessmen use to a trendy and important tool, and even a fashion statement. When I was about 10 or 11 I don’t remember hearing many ringtones or seeing mobile phones when out-and-about yet today I see and hear them everywhere. And in the early 1990s as the internet began to evolve from a network devoted entirely to the miltary or educational institutions to a public informative and entertainment network, email became the new “letter.” It was almost a return to the hand-written letters of old, except that they could be brief, impersonal, and quickly composed. They became the ultimate non-confrontational form of communication without having to see or even hear the voice of the person you are communicating with. People now days are breaking up online, even falling in love online with people they haven’t met in person yet. While cel phones are useful for communicating within short distances, like within the metropolitan area, regular telephones are still used for making longer distance calls. The postcard, and personal hand-written letter, which were so important and treasured in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, are now seen as quaint and recreational compared with the phone and email. Flight has also changed perceptions of the world. In the 40s most plane routes were just to deliver cargo and mail. It wasn’t until after World War II that aircraft manufacturers were free to investigate new planes to carry passengers. In the late 50s and early 60s jet travel was considered exciting and glamourous ways to see the world. At last it became possible to be on the opposite side of the globe in just some 36 hours. In fact jet travel is now so rapid it literally puts people’s heads in a spin, with jet lag. When I flew to the US I arrived the same day that I left because I crossed the international date line and actually moved backwards 24 hours. And because it takes the average person 1 day to adjust to 1 time zone crossed, after 2 weeks I was only starting to adjust my sleep-wake cycle before it was time to leave again. When I was in primary school I was taught the “proper” way to write letters, but it just seemed unnecessary and old-fashioned when I had the phone to use. Today it’s used mostly in a business sense. Letters have fallen in importance in comparison with the telephone, and now faxes and email. However they still survive as people still enjoy seeing letters written in the hand of the sender rather than being typed up on the computer and sent as emails. Back in the day though, letters were the main method of communication. Early settlers in Australia would watch as ships come in to Sydney Harbour or through the Heads to Melbourne. Watkin Tench describes the arrival of the Lady Juliana in June 1790: Letters, letters was the cry. They were produced and torn open in trembling agitation. News burst on us like meridian splendour on a blind man. We were overwhelmed with it, public, private, general and particular. Even though their grammar and spelling was bad, many letters from the 18th and 19th centuries showed great care in writing, and often went on for many pages. Settlers in Australia often felt very lonely and isolated from their loved ones back in their mother country and often felt great joy when letters arrived by ship. If the worldwide telephone system can be considered a machine, it is the biggest ever built by the human race. In 1996 there were over 540 million telephones on the planet, roughly one for every 10 people. Alexander Graham Bell was the first person to file a patent for a working phone on Jan 20th 1876. It was described “The method of, and apparatus for, transmitting vocal or other sounds telegraphically. . . by causing electrical undulations, similar in form to the vibrations of the air accompanying the said vocal or other sounds.” The telegraph was invented in 1837 by Sir Charles Wheatstone and Sir William Cooke in Great Britain and by Samuel Morse in the US. All it carries is a series of electric clicks as a simple electrical connection is made and then broken. The timing of the clicks, via the Morse Cord,e make up letters, which then make up words. It’s slow but even if the signal is weak the clicks are easy to recognise. The first telegraph cable to cross an ocean was laid in 1865. Telephones overtook the telegraph because changes in technology allowed human voices to be sent long distances. Inductive coils which were first tested on telephone lines in 1900, carried voices over 400 km. By 1926, people could have conversations over the phone from across oceans, but the quality was bad and the prices high. A 3 minutes phone call between New York and London cost 75 US dollars. The concept of using satellites was first proposed by Arthur C. Clarke in 1945, and in 1964, almost 20 years later, Intelsat 1 was placed in orbit above the Atlantic Ocean and could transmit 240 phone conversations at the same time. Tests on cellular phones began in 1978, and the first cel phone system began in Chicago in 1983, with a connection fee of 3000 US plus a service fee of 150 US a month. In Australia they were introduced in 1987. Since then cel phones have evolved from a novelty item that businessmen use to a trendy and important tool, and even a fashion statement. When I was about 10 or 11 I don’t remember hearing many ringtones or seeing mobile phones when out-and-about yet today I see and hear them everywhere. And in the early 1990s as the internet began to evolve from a network devoted entirely to the miltary or educational institutions to a public informative and entertainment network, email became the new “letter.” It was almost a return to the hand-written letters of old, except that they could be brief, impersonal, and quickly composed. They became the ultimate non-confrontational form of communication without having to see or even hear the voice of the person you are communicating with. People now days are breaking up online, even falling in love online with people they haven’t met in person yet. While cel phones are useful for communicating within short distances, like within the metropolitan area, regular telephones are still used for making longer distance calls. The postcard, and personal hand-written letter, which were so important and treasured in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, are now seen as quaint and recreational compared with the phone and email. Flight has also changed perceptions of the world. In the 40s most plane routes were just to deliver cargo and mail. It wasn’t until after World War II that aircraft manufacturers were free to investigate new planes to carry passengers. In the late 50s and early 60s jet travel was considered exciting and glamourous ways to see the world. At last it became possible to be on the opposite side of the globe in just some 36 hours. In fact jet travel is now so rapid it literally puts people’s heads in a spin, with jet lag. When I flew to the US I arrived the same day that I left because I crossed the international date line and actually moved backwards 24 hours. And because it takes the average person 1 day to adjust to 1 time zone crossed, after 2 weeks I was only starting to adjust my sleep-wake cycle before it was time to leave again.
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From: steve (Aug 19, 2004 15:34 EDT)
Lindsay Lohan is a fucking god i would fuck her in a second up the ass so i can hear her moan
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From: curious (Aug 25, 2004 20:14 EDT)
I totally don't see it. I mean I'm a girl, not some horny guy, but she doesn't have pretty skin. There's even a zit on her stomach. so how is she that sexy. And she not even that pretty. A 6, totally, depending on how many points guys would add for her huge rack.
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From: Horny 15 Year Old Boy (Aug 25, 2004 22:26 EDT)
For 3 real Lindsay Lohan nipple slips go to www.redpac.com/legality then scroll down and click on "I think I see a nipple".
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From: yo curious (Aug 26, 2004 04:54 EDT)
did u any of her newer pics, she's gorgeous. like the vanity fair ones.
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From: losers! (Aug 27, 2004 13:20 EDT)
holy shit..u guys are sooo wrong! like fuckin find a women man!
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From: u (Sep 02, 2004 13:01 EDT)
i want to fuckher all day and night
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From: masterbater (Sep 08, 2004 14:14 EDT)
hey lindsay your 18 now time to pose for playboy or hustler.
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From: OH SHIT (Oct 13, 2004 17:33 EDT)
if she did that..oooooooooh. i ahve her adress in Long-Island NY. loving the bra and low low pants..just want to rip them off and suck her dry....yeah
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From: Me (Oct 19, 2004 20:30 EDT)
Dude.... she is hott.... damn... not even Hillary Duff comes close.... you could almost gurantee that she is gettin guys every night
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From: [email protected] (Oct 25, 2004 20:36 EDT)
Damn she is HOT. hey lindsay, look at this! 8=======D! suck it!
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From: jimmmy (Dec 04, 2004 23:38 EST)
fukin cum on her tits
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From: IM CUMING! (Dec 10, 2004 01:36 EST)
Fuck I'm about to explode! I'd love to rip that shirt and bra off and grab them tits! Then I'd fuck her pussy raw!
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From: Idea (Dec 15, 2004 16:40 EST)
Then why don't you actually do it, wiseguy?
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From: semen. (Dec 17, 2004 20:43 EST)
ROFL>
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From: Whatthefuck (Dec 19, 2004 15:09 EST)
What the fuck does that mean you fucking idiot!?! Next time, say something that makes sense and not stupidly frustrating you moron. In fact what the fuck is your problem? For future reference, ROFL followed by the symbol > does not mean anything. And, your name is shit. Simon is a real name; semen is not. In future don't add such a shit comment.
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