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12-03-2005, 03:17 AM | #101 (permalink) |
The Randomness
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Location: romania.. shut up
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for your information the "LOOK! A three-headed monkey!" thing (which is not even the way i wrote it now :P ) isn't about moi, it's Guybrush distracting someone!!
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12-03-2005, 03:52 PM | #102 (permalink) |
Whitewater!
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Location: New Zealand
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*Wonders what the hell she just said*
Most likely to steal adidasss's uber bright canary yellow computer: right-track.
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12-03-2005, 04:48 PM | #105 (permalink) | |
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Location: England
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Quote:
Looko looko
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09-09-2006, 11:39 PM | #108 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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Umm most likelies
im bored
lets do that year book thing liek msot likely to analy rape a goat or something anyways coeme up with topics and stuff and write the user who u think would get it
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
09-09-2006, 11:45 PM | #110 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
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Location: new hampsha
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its from ****ing raffi he twisted my mind rin ring bannana
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
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