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Feb 11, 2005 10:26

Thank you James and Stephanie for combining your technology to allow us all to view our very old movie, Foliage On The Stem Of The Heart That Runs.

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armyoffun February 11 2005, 16:37:20 UTC
why the hell did we think a good ending was to have you fall in love with me? hilarious!

it's like early shakespeare.

I love when Sunil throws down his mustache in order to race.

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shikse February 11 2005, 17:27:46 UTC
um if you were in love, then please tell me why you didn't make out like james and jason did. huh? answer me that loverboy!

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armyoffun February 11 2005, 18:25:04 UTC
becki, I think you need to look into the difference between animal lust and mature love. at the end of the film, by holding hands before jumping into making out, jason and I are establishing a solid foundation for a long-term, love-based, adult relationship.

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shikse February 11 2005, 18:36:32 UTC
ok. but i didn't get it at the end. you were holding hands like little girls. not boys in love! that's all. i can see how the animal lust with the street peddler was way more old man molesting young boy. but you and j...you had something real.

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armyoffun February 11 2005, 19:51:28 UTC
exactly. now you are seeing it as the artists intended.

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jesusofgujrat February 12 2005, 05:23:20 UTC
this thread is hilarious.

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oneonetwothree February 11 2005, 22:15:30 UTC
i remember my freshman year in high school i had a gym class with you, and i remember when we had to change into our "movement clothes" that you always left your striped crew socks pulled all the way up.

in a way, i've looked up to you ever since.

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armyoffun February 11 2005, 22:26:33 UTC
aw, thanks!

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ka_pow February 12 2005, 16:41:35 UTC
i like that too. also, he removes his sunglasses to reveal regular glasses. and at the end of the race he declares he is that fastest running in the world as if that was some kind of former ambition or initial reason for being in the race.

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