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12-23-2006, 11:24 PM | #1 (permalink) |
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3rd Biannual MusicBanter Forum Awards Results
drum roll please!
*roll* Best Newbie: NaNaNer Favorite Poster: Crowquill Best Looking Male: TheBig3KilledMyRainDog Best Looking Female: jibber Best Contributor: Crowquill Favorite Moderator: right - track Smartest Poster: DontRunMeOver, Urban Hatemonger Funniest Poster: hiu mamagarmr Meanest Poster: hiu, riseagainstrocks Most Missed Poster: bungalowbill, franscar, Best Song Writer of the Year: Crowe Best Threadstarter: Urban Hatemonger Most Generous Member: swimintheundertow Best Username: DontRunMeOver Best Signature: adidass Best Avatar: MURDER JUNKIE Thread Of The Year: The Sharing Thread Most Improved Member: hiu Congrats to all the winners! (I removed quote of the year because no one said the same one). See you again in June!
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12-23-2006, 11:34 PM | #8 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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thats not a private thing
i thought everyone knew that
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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. |
12-23-2006, 11:36 PM | #9 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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im not ****ing funny wtf
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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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