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Erin Kelly
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Interested In:
Just looking around
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Member Since:
May 2003
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Hometown:
the island
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Erin's URL:
http://profiles.friendster.com/176956
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Other education:
the skool of hard knocks
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Occupation:
prison guard
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What I enjoy doing:
laughin', gigglin', smilin', jokin', huggin', keepin' abreast with current political haps n' mishaps!
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Favorite Music:
stevie wonder, boards of canada, autechre, stars, bill withers, dolly parton, simon and garfunkel
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Favorite TV Shows:
the state, strangers with candy, real world marathons (any season), roseanne
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About Me:
i like cuddlin'
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Who I Want to Meet:
unkle klownie
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minutes to load your friends. What
else would you expect from someone who
has the Jiz-a-Riz a.k.a. the Jiz-
Meister on their list. Next time I see
you on Madison, let me know how to get
to your apartment so I can come throw-
up on the couch again!.....Jayis
erin's stuff when she wasn't in her
room. i found madonna's "sex" book,
and was so turned on by it that i
started beating off right there! and
what do ya know, erin walks in! BOY
was i embarrassed! shucks!
problems holding in our gas. this is
ok though. it's merely natures way of
waking ourselves up. erin, you're like
the alarm to my endless nights of sleep.
funny she was. I was pretty happy
whenever I got to hang out with her by
happenstance cause I knew I'd be
laughing for most of the time.
Excellent quality.
lives in the gutter, and my brain visits
her via a formaldehyde solution-filled
jar. Just setting the record straight.
weren't for her, i'd never get laid.
asked me if i wanted to hear this poem
she wrote and i said 'i'd love to!'
the poem was about watching this girl
named rachela, who lived in a loft in
mod 81, sleep every night and then
stealing her stuff in order to make a
shrine so that she could worship her.
it sounded kinda fishy but she swore
it wasn't about me. she is so deep
like that.
in the corner of your eye you catch a
glimpse of a woman clad in rabbit fur
wearing red lipstick that matches her
stilleto heels and the hair that
youthfully bounces on her shoulders.
Your heart quickens, you start to sweat
and you feel a tingle through your
whole body. You want to look again but
you don't because you know that if you
do, you will be driven mad with desire
that no other woman will ever be able
to match.