4. You get high just by their smell.

3. You realise that you're always smiling to yourself when you think about them.

2. You'll do anything for her.

1. While reading this, there was one person on your mind the whole time.

Oooh! Oooh!

How many?!

894!


Ooooh! I'm moving up in the world.

Now wait...that's be 895. Right?

So, 895! :D

No...that's be 896. So this one will be 897? Or 898. Let's check.

897 it is.

Wow...nearly 900.

899!!! Post 899!!!

I wonder if I could possibly beat Mr. Lee before the year is out? Or maybe before that...Summer?

End of Spring?

March!

That's my new target. And on post 899, I rest. 900 will come tomorrow.

YOu know, I'm starting to miss UZG. He made this thread so much fun. :(

Fiddlesticks to the lot.

900!!!!

Thought you could take up an entire page didn't you? REJECTED!!!

Omg!!! You Hizowned Mez!!!

I don't want to take up a whole page...at least not yet.

Tomorrow I'll probably be online most of the day, I can do what I want then.

But I have 40 posts to a page...hmmm.

Mr. Lee ownz you! Mr.Lee 5652

Wow, I havn't seen him on the forums for a long time.

I've never seen him.

Though I think he has something to do with a penguin, right?

I'll eventually catch up with him...unless he begins again. Give me a year or two. Or maybe 6.

I think Mr. Lee left the forums in '03 or something. Looks like you don't have to worry about him. :)

:D

Lenny ftw!

You know that smell your clothing gets when you don't wear them in like...ages?

...Yeah. Ew.

Not really.

The only clothes I wear are my school uniform (everyday), sme round the house clothes (everyday) and clothes I wear when I am forced to go out (usually a couple of times a month). After that I don't wear anything else.

If it stinks, then wash it.

I own the WRT.

No you don't. Mr. Lee does. Then Chruser. Then JR.

I wonder if the WRT will ever die. Like maybe after 9999 pages it will break and people wont be able to post in it anymore.

My uterus exploded. :(

Ouchies.

We met this monk in Manchester...he hit me then proceeded to get £1 off all six of us in exchange for a monk rock CD.

GOURANGA!

And now for another TMI moment, brought to you by Jess.
 

Currently the panties and pj bottoms I was wearing last night are soaking in the bathtub in cold water.

Cause...yanno...

...They're bloody.

*sadistic cackle*

That's just...wrong. Pure pure wrong.

Why did you have to infect our minds with so much information?!

:cry:

What ever happened to UZG?

No-one knows.

He left shortly after that new lass signed up (and left). He has no info in his profile for us to contact him. The only way would be through the Admins.

We all miss the fella.

In the news today: UZG missing, presumed missing; Jessifer is in mortal pain once again; best friends seem to like getting you hooked with people a year or so younger than you that are nearly as strange; and a recent poll shows that the concentration span of ooh look! A birdy!

And in other news, I am bored, and I am about to go watch football.

Gridiron.

Football is when you use your feet to kick the ball around the whole pitch.

You know, almost every one of those had something wrong with it. Read carefully.

Ya, he forgot "Lenny has no life"

































:P j/k lenny <3

I'm listening to Jimi Hendrix - All Along the Watchtower.

http://zelaron.com/forum/showthread....&page=69&pp=20

k thx spam this thread less plz=\

"UZG is missing, presumed missing." Well duh!

"Jessifer is in mortal pain once again." 13 lives?

"Best friends seem to like getting you hooked with people a year or so younger than you that are nearly as strange." If that's your best friend, then what are your enemies like?!


That's what you're getting at, right?

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