Showing posts with label Ryan Phillipe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ryan Phillipe. Show all posts
Friday, March 16, 2007
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As we hurry away to the end, my friend, Of this sad little farce called existence, We are sure that the future will bring one thing, And that is the grave in the distance. And so when our lives run along all wrong, And nothing seems real or certain, We can comfort ourselves with the thought (or not) Of that spectre behind the curtain. Warning: This site contains adult material!
According to the NEW YORK DAILY NEWS, Ryan had a whopper attack throwing his at the paparazzi in Santa Monica. 
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