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I Love Kloés Face
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Love going out on a friday night with the fight club haha, and then football on a sunday afternoon is hilarious. love playin sport wether it be football, rugby league, cricket, pool, golf or snooker. also partake in a bit of boxing!poker night is always a top laugh swiftly followed by a classy evening in the sports
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into loads of music. favourite bands at the moment are, brand new, explosions in the sky, mogwai, massive attack, godspeed you black emperor, deftones and muse but into loads loads moreAnd widgykeff baby! www.myspace.com/widgykeff
Huge film fan! bit of a geek for films i love for example fight club! but yea love loads!
love comedy on TV. The office, phoenix nights, max and paddy, two pints, scrubs, family guy, and then older stuff like the young ones, blackadder, ripping yarns and geberal stuff like that
erm well fight club the book is amazing, id recommend it. mein kampf by my hero hitler, preety interesting, the da vinci code is great and catch 22. and dave gorman books funny as. but otherwise anyting interesting really
mates and kloé. god i am going to miss herI find the map and draw a straight line Over rivers, farms, and state lines The distance from here to where you'd be It's only finger-lengths that I see I touch the place where I'd find your face My finger in creases of distant dark placesI hang my coat up in the first bar There is no peace that I've found so far The laughter penetrates my silence As drunken men find flaws in scienceTheir words mostly noises Ghosts with just voices Your words in my memory Are like music to meI'm miles from where you are, I lay down on the cold gound I, I pray that something picks me up And sets me down in your warm armsAfter I have travelled so far We'd set the fire to the third bar We'd share each other like an island Until exhausted, close our eyelids And dreaming, pick up from The last place we left off Your soft skin is weeping A joy you can't keep inI'm miles from where you are, I lay down on the cold gound And I, I pray that something picks me up and sets me down in your warm armsAnd miles from where you are, I lay down on the cold gound and I, I pray that something picks me up and sets me down in your warm arms