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12-28-2010, 08:27 PM | #814 (permalink) |
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How woul you know that? ;D
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12-28-2010, 08:59 PM | #815 (permalink) |
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Hahaa My mother actually smells quite nice these days since she quit smoking over a year ago. I'm proud of her.
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Ps. I shaved off my moustache and I now realise it was a huge mistake |
12-28-2010, 09:07 PM | #816 (permalink) |
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You know that my friends and forummembers of my own forum actually call me a Troll?
It once started after I posted this picture: Figures. Even older forummembers and my friends parents refer to me as 'trol' or 'de trol' (the troll) or 'trolletje' (little troll). I'm really used to it now. I just reply whenever the call me.
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12-28-2010, 09:37 PM | #818 (permalink) |
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Pedalling through
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