"Sleep, those little slices of death; Oh how I loathe them."
"Scorching my seared heart with a pain, not hell shall make me fear again"
"I have great faith in fools; self-confidence, my friends call it."
I know already I cant spell
INACTIVE
lamile posted on Feb 17, 2010 4:24:38 PM - Report post
lolol VI lenin
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AceMagic126 posted on Feb 17, 2010 4:57:39 PM - Report post
yeah it was a boch job but hey he asked I delivered
I am a child of a Insomniac
"Sleep, those little slices of death; Oh how I loathe them."
"Scorching my seared heart with a pain, not hell shall make me fear again"
"I have great faith in fools; self-confidence, my friends call it."
I know already I cant spell
CRAHSYSTOR
AdmiralThrawn posted on Feb 17, 2010 5:02:21 PM - Report post
Blank pages do not count.
/--\ Keep Calm And Throw a blanket over it
Ten minutes of entertainment, crammed into three hours.
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Dhampy posted on Feb 17, 2010 5:15:08 PM - Report post
So, I'm trying to figure out the proper terminology for curling.
So you cast the stone into the flarg with the feather duster in the end of the inning that's called an end and then you brush along the pocahontas to make the stone curl into the target looking thing on the floor or top and then *head explodes*
In the end they will lay their freedom at our feet and say to us, 'Make us your slaves, but feed us.'