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05-10-2006, 08:59 AM
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Uhh-I am Octiposter-huhuh
Join Date: Apr 2006
Location: South Florida
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^Is that guy.
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Be not ashamed of mistakes and thus make them crimes.-Confucius Talking much about oneself can also be a means to conceal oneself.-Friedrich Nietzsche Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; men love in haste but they detest at leisure.-Lord Byron Popularity's bad for you. I avoid it like the plague.-Brian Mulrooney |
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05-10-2006, 09:09 AM
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"Your mom?"
Join Date: Nov 2005
Location: Hell...
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^Is Welsh
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Wieder lieg ich auf der lauerDenn wir spielen unser spiel. Wieder wart ich an der mauer. Wieder steh ich kurz vorm ziel I dont like Prince Phillip because he's a racist.I also dont like the Queen because she's German...so that leaves me in a funny situation Quote:
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05-10-2006, 09:09 AM
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They call me Tundra Boy
Join Date: Sep 2005
Location: In your linen cupboard.
Posts: 1,166
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^Plays with 'my little pony'.
Wants to play with everybody else's little pony too.
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05-10-2006, 09:23 AM
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They call me Tundra Boy
Join Date: Sep 2005
Location: In your linen cupboard.
Posts: 1,166
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^Misspelled psychedelic as psychadellic, because he got so confused by all the colours.
Knows all of the words to 'Vogue'.
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05-10-2006, 09:26 AM
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They call me Tundra Boy
Join Date: Sep 2005
Location: In your linen cupboard.
Posts: 1,166
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^Can't even reply with an insult in the insult thread.
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05-10-2006, 09:29 AM
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ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
Posts: 2,617
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^ Is playing with my feces
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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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05-10-2006, 09:37 AM
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They call me Tundra Boy
Join Date: Sep 2005
Location: In your linen cupboard.
Posts: 1,166
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^Considers this bad ettiquette, as his mother always told him not to play with his food.
Is eating his feces quietly, like a good boy.
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