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I own the WRT.
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No you don't. Mr. Lee does. Then Chruser. Then JR.
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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.
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My uterus exploded. :(
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Ouchies.
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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*
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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?
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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!
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And in other news, I am bored, and I am about to go watch football.
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Gridiron.
Football is when you use your feet to kick the ball around the whole pitch. |
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You know, almost every one of those had something wrong with it. Read carefully. |
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:P j/k lenny <3 |
I'm listening to Jimi Hendrix - All Along the Watchtower.
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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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