ipod fucking touch me now!

Damn and blast I want one (no fucking two) of they doohickeys!!!

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  1. Anonymous10:55 pm

    You could try putting it on the ORG Amazon wishlist and see if anything happens. Wait, does mac sell stuff through Amazon. . . Bah. Probably not. Well, it was a thought.


    I'm so tired and starving. Must do something about that.

    Just me, btw

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  2. Archange5:25 pm

    bought one, don't need to wish, also bought that iMac.

    Thought I deserved some me-time.

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