I once stroked an Architect for no particular reason,well, a town planner anyways.
Of course it's a genetic disorder, I was making light of it by calling it a disease, as everybody with brain problems is mentally hilarious.
(Of course it's a genetic disorder, I was making light of it by calling it a disease, as everybody with brain problems is mentally hilarious.
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Sat 13 Sep 2008, 0:45,
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I will have to remember to ask her if she finds it difficult finding herself in old photographs then.Because I vaguely remember that the few people who have that essentially have to remember what people's hair looks like most of the time.
I on the other hand have the opposite of that disease, which means I can recognise people from 200 metres, whilst they are facing away from me, with my hands tied behind my back, and blindfolded.
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Sat 13 Sep 2008, 0:48,
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I on the other hand have the opposite of that disease, which means I can recognise people from 200 metres, whilst they are facing away from me, with my hands tied behind my back, and blindfolded.
You're one of those bastardswho chases people down the street, calling out their name, not realising that they're deliberately trying to avoid you, and then they turn around and give you a really false smile and say something like, 'Hi! It's great to see you! So, how are the wife and kids you cockmunching arsenugget*
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Sat 13 Sep 2008, 0:50,
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Save me a bulletand make it quick.
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Sat 13 Sep 2008, 0:59,
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