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vilainde
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
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 Posted - 06/20/2007 : 06:06:27
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It had been one year since she broke my heart. Killing her cat was probably not the smartest idea I ever had, but at least I had a nice doormat. Her skin was soft like her cat's, if you know just how to stroke her legs. NOT THE CAT'S LEGS! After my arrest for touching the hearts of bypass victims I decided to quit cannibalism. I would sit on my billion-dollar trust fund if life was a box of greeting cards yelling "yipee-ki-yay motherfucker!" Those cards with sound are great for annoying stupid relatives. I had given her one upside the head, when she jumped from Nakatomi Plaza's roof during a bouncy castle convention. Bouncy castle salesmen have no idea of what it means...
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s_wrenn
* Dog in the Sand *
Ireland
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Posted - 06/20/2007 : 07:03:45
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It had been one year since she broke my heart. Killing her cat was probably not the smartest idea I ever had, but at least I had a nice doormat. Her skin was soft like her cat's, if you know just how to stroke her legs. NOT THE CAT'S LEGS! After my arrest for touching the hearts of bypass victims I decided to quit cannibalism. I would sit on my billion-dollar trust fund if life was a box of greeting cards yelling "yipee-ki-yay motherfucker!" Those cards with sound are great for annoying stupid relatives. I had given her one upside the head, when she jumped from Nakatomi Plaza's roof during a bouncy castle convention. Bouncy castle salesmen have no idea of what it means to be a teenage mother.
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coastline
> Teenager of the Year <
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Posted - 06/20/2007 : 07:52:19
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It had been one year since she broke my heart. Killing her cat was probably not the smartest idea I ever had, but at least I had a nice doormat. Her skin was soft like her cat's, if you know just how to stroke her legs. NOT THE CAT'S LEGS! After my arrest for touching the hearts of bypass victims I decided to quit cannibalism. I would sit on my billion-dollar trust fund if life was a box of greeting cards yelling "yipee-ki-yay motherfucker!" Those cards with sound are great for annoying stupid relatives. I had given her one upside the head, when she jumped from Nakatomi Plaza's roof during a bouncy castle convention. Bouncy castle salesmen have no idea of what it means to be a teenage mother. But I do. I was ...
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vilainde
>> Denizen of the Citizens Band <<
Niue
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Posted - 06/20/2007 : 08:01:47
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It had been one year since she broke my heart. Killing her cat was probably not the smartest idea I ever had, but at least I had a nice doormat. Her skin was soft like her cat's, if you know just how to stroke her legs. NOT THE CAT'S LEGS! After my arrest for touching the hearts of bypass victims I decided to quit cannibalism. I would sit on my billion-dollar trust fund if life was a box of greeting cards yelling "yipee-ki-yay motherfucker!" Those cards with sound are great for annoying stupid relatives. I had given her one upside the head, when she jumped from Nakatomi Plaza's roof during a bouncy castle convention. Bouncy castle salesmen have no idea of what it means to be a teenage mother. But I do. I was born and raised in the...
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coastline
> Teenager of the Year <
USA
3111 Posts |
Posted - 06/20/2007 : 08:26:33
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It had been one year since she broke my heart. Killing her cat was probably not the smartest idea I ever had, but at least I had a nice doormat. Her skin was soft like her cat's, if you know just how to stroke her legs. NOT THE CAT'S LEGS! After my arrest for touching the hearts of bypass victims I decided to quit cannibalism. I would sit on my billion-dollar trust fund if life was a box of greeting cards yelling "yipee-ki-yay motherfucker!" Those cards with sound are great for annoying stupid relatives. I had given her one upside the head, when she jumped from Nakatomi Plaza's roof during a bouncy castle convention. Bouncy castle salesmen have no idea of what it means to be a teenage mother. But I do. I was born and raised in the bayou. Just like John Fogerty.
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trobrianders
> Teenager of the Year <
Papua New Guinea
3302 Posts |
Posted - 06/20/2007 : 12:43:57
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It had been one year since she broke my heart. Killing her cat was probably not the smartest idea I ever had, but at least I had a nice doormat. Her skin was soft like her cat's, if you know just how to stroke her legs. NOT THE CAT'S LEGS! After my arrest for touching the hearts of bypass victims I decided to quit cannibalism. I would sit on my billion-dollar trust fund if life was a box of greeting cards yelling "yipee-ki-yay motherfucker!" Those cards with sound are great for annoying stupid relatives. I had given her one upside the head, when she jumped from Nakatomi Plaza's roof during a bouncy castle convention. Bouncy castle salesmen have no idea of what it means to be a teenage mother. But I do. I was born and raised in the bayou. Just like John Fogerty. Nothing bounces in the bayou.
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s_wrenn
* Dog in the Sand *
Ireland
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Posted - 06/20/2007 : 13:55:24
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It had been one year since she broke my heart. Killing her cat was probably not the smartest idea I ever had, but at least I had a nice doormat. Her skin was soft like her cat's, if you know just how to stroke her legs. NOT THE CAT'S LEGS! After my arrest for touching the hearts of bypass victims I decided to quit cannibalism. I would sit on my billion-dollar trust fund if life was a box of greeting cards yelling "yipee-ki-yay motherfucker!" Those cards with sound are great for annoying stupid relatives. I had given her one upside the head, when she jumped from Nakatomi Plaza's roof during a bouncy castle convention. Bouncy castle salesmen have no idea of what it means to be a teenage mother. But I do. I was born and raised in the bayou. Just like John Fogerty. Nothing bounces in the bayou. One summer, i fell in...
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trobrianders
> Teenager of the Year <
Papua New Guinea
3302 Posts |
Posted - 06/21/2007 : 03:08:57
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It had been one year since she broke my heart. Killing her cat was probably not the smartest idea I ever had, but at least I had a nice doormat. Her skin was soft like her cat's, if you know just how to stroke her legs. NOT THE CAT'S LEGS! After my arrest for touching the hearts of bypass victims I decided to quit cannibalism. I would sit on my billion-dollar trust fund if life was a box of greeting cards yelling "yipee-ki-yay motherfucker!" Those cards with sound are great for annoying stupid relatives. I had given her one upside the head, when she jumped from Nakatomi Plaza's roof during a bouncy castle convention. Bouncy castle salesmen have no idea of what it means to be a teenage mother. But I do. I was born and raised in the bayou. Just like John Fogerty. Nothing bounces in the bayou. One summer, I fell in love with a German film-star
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coastline
> Teenager of the Year <
USA
3111 Posts |
Posted - 06/21/2007 : 04:15:59
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It had been one year since she broke my heart. Killing her cat was probably not the smartest idea I ever had, but at least I had a nice doormat. Her skin was soft like her cat's, if you know just how to stroke her legs. NOT THE CAT'S LEGS! After my arrest for touching the hearts of bypass victims I decided to quit cannibalism. I would sit on my billion-dollar trust fund if life was a box of greeting cards yelling "yipee-ki-yay motherfucker!" Those cards with sound are great for annoying stupid relatives. I had given her one upside the head, when she jumped from Nakatomi Plaza's roof during a bouncy castle convention. Bouncy castle salesmen have no idea of what it means to be a teenage mother. But I do. I was born and raised in the bayou. Just like John Fogerty. Nothing bounces in the bayou. One summer, I fell in love with a German film-star and her big, black pussy ...
(I'm aiming to bring the cat back into the story, but I didn't have a sixth word.)
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Jefrey
= Cult of Ray =
USA
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Posted - 06/21/2007 : 04:20:52
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It had been one year since she broke my heart. Killing her cat was probably not the smartest idea I ever had, but at least I had a nice doormat. Her skin was soft like her cat's, if you know just how to stroke her legs. NOT THE CAT'S LEGS! After my arrest for touching the hearts of bypass victims I decided to quit cannibalism. I would sit on my billion-dollar trust fund if life was a box of greeting cards yelling "yipee-ki-yay motherfucker!" Those cards with sound are great for annoying stupid relatives. I had given her one upside the head, when she jumped from Nakatomi Plaza's roof during a bouncy castle convention. Bouncy castle salesmen have no idea of what it means to be a teenage mother. But I do. I was born and raised in the bayou. Just like John Fogerty. Nothing bounces in the bayou. One summer, I fell in love with a German film-star and her big, black pussy cat. The cat was spayed...
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Carl
- A 'Fifth' Catholic -
Ireland
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Posted - 06/21/2007 : 12:37:32
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| It had been one year since she broke my heart. Killing her cat was probably not the smartest idea I ever had, but at least I had a nice doormat. Her skin was soft like her cat's, if you know just how to stroke her legs. NOT THE CAT'S LEGS! After my arrest for touching the hearts of bypass victims I decided to quit cannibalism. I would sit on my billion-dollar trust fund if life was a box of greeting cards yelling "yipee-ki-yay motherfucker!" Those cards with sound are great for annoying stupid relatives. I had given her one upside the head, when she jumped from Nakatomi Plaza's roof during a bouncy castle convention. Bouncy castle salesmen have no idea of what it means to be a teenage mother. But I do. I was born and raised in the bayou. Just like John Fogerty. Nothing bounces in the bayou. One summer, I fell in love with a German film-star and her big, black pussy cat. The cat was spayed by the fiendish Hans Gruber.... |
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s_wrenn
* Dog in the Sand *
Ireland
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Posted - 06/21/2007 : 13:54:05
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It had been one year since she broke my heart. Killing her cat was probably not the smartest idea I ever had, but at least I had a nice doormat. Her skin was soft like her cat's, if you know just how to stroke her legs. NOT THE CAT'S LEGS! After my arrest for touching the hearts of bypass victims I decided to quit cannibalism. I would sit on my billion-dollar trust fund if life was a box of greeting cards yelling "yipee-ki-yay motherfucker!" Those cards with sound are great for annoying stupid relatives. I had given her one upside the head, when she jumped from Nakatomi Plaza's roof during a bouncy castle convention. Bouncy castle salesmen have no idea of what it means to be a teenage mother. But I do. I was born and raised in the bayou. Just like John Fogerty. Nothing bounces in the bayou. One summer, I fell in love with a German film-star and her big, black pussy cat. The cat was spayed by the fiendish Hans Gruber. Hans hands had hairy horns...
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Carl
- A 'Fifth' Catholic -
Ireland
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Posted - 06/21/2007 : 15:10:31
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| It had been one year since she broke my heart. Killing her cat was probably not the smartest idea I ever had, but at least I had a nice doormat. Her skin was soft like her cat's, if you know just how to stroke her legs. NOT THE CAT'S LEGS! After my arrest for touching the hearts of bypass victims I decided to quit cannibalism. I would sit on my billion-dollar trust fund if life was a box of greeting cards yelling "yipee-ki-yay motherfucker!" Those cards with sound are great for annoying stupid relatives. I had given her one upside the head, when she jumped from Nakatomi Plaza's roof during a bouncy castle convention. Bouncy castle salesmen have no idea of what it means to be a teenage mother. But I do. I was born and raised in the bayou. Just like John Fogerty. Nothing bounces in the bayou. One summer, I fell in love with a German film-star and her big, black pussy cat. The cat was spayed by the fiendish Hans Gruber. Hans hands had hairy horns and his feet had corns |
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trobrianders
> Teenager of the Year <
Papua New Guinea
3302 Posts |
Posted - 06/21/2007 : 15:25:35
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It had been one year since she broke my heart. Killing her cat was probably not the smartest idea I ever had, but at least I had a nice doormat. Her skin was soft like her cat's, if you know just how to stroke her legs. NOT THE CAT'S LEGS! After my arrest for touching the hearts of bypass victims I decided to quit cannibalism. I would sit on my billion-dollar trust fund if life was a box of greeting cards yelling "yipee-ki-yay motherfucker!" Those cards with sound are great for annoying stupid relatives. I had given her one upside the head, when she jumped from Nakatomi Plaza's roof during a bouncy castle convention. Bouncy castle salesmen have no idea of what it means to be a teenage mother. But I do. I was born and raised in the bayou. Just like John Fogerty. Nothing bounces in the bayou. One summer, I fell in love with a German film-star and her big, black pussy cat. The cat was spayed by the fiendish Hans Gruber. Hans hands had hairy horns and his feet had corns and his knees had fleas
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Carl
- A 'Fifth' Catholic -
Ireland
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Posted - 06/21/2007 : 15:29:22
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| It had been one year since she broke my heart. Killing her cat was probably not the smartest idea I ever had, but at least I had a nice doormat. Her skin was soft like her cat's, if you know just how to stroke her legs. NOT THE CAT'S LEGS! After my arrest for touching the hearts of bypass victims I decided to quit cannibalism. I would sit on my billion-dollar trust fund if life was a box of greeting cards yelling "yipee-ki-yay motherfucker!" Those cards with sound are great for annoying stupid relatives. I had given her one upside the head, when she jumped from Nakatomi Plaza's roof during a bouncy castle convention. Bouncy castle salesmen have no idea of what it means to be a teenage mother. But I do. I was born and raised in the bayou. Just like John Fogerty. Nothing bounces in the bayou. One summer, I fell in love with a German film-star and her big, black pussy cat. The cat was spayed by the fiendish Hans Gruber. Hans hands had hairy horns and his feet had corns and his knees had fleas not to mention his knees... |
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coastline
> Teenager of the Year <
USA
3111 Posts |
Posted - 06/21/2007 : 20:12:18
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It had been one year since she broke my heart. Killing her cat was probably not the smartest idea I ever had, but at least I had a nice doormat. Her skin was soft like her cat's, if you know just how to stroke her legs. NOT THE CAT'S LEGS! After my arrest for touching the hearts of bypass victims I decided to quit cannibalism. I would sit on my billion-dollar trust fund if life was a box of greeting cards yelling "yipee-ki-yay motherfucker!" Those cards with sound are great for annoying stupid relatives. I had given her one upside the head, when she jumped from Nakatomi Plaza's roof during a bouncy castle convention. Bouncy castle salesmen have no idea of what it means to be a teenage mother. But I do. I was born and raised in the bayou. Just like John Fogerty. Nothing bounces in the bayou. One summer, I fell in love with a German film-star and her big, black pussy cat. The cat was spayed by the fiendish Hans Gruber. Hans hands had hairy horns and his feet had corns and his knees had fleas, not to mention his knees, which were the bee's knees.
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Jefrey
= Cult of Ray =
USA
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Posted - 06/21/2007 : 22:35:04
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It had been one year since she broke my heart. Killing her cat was probably not the smartest idea I ever had, but at least I had a nice doormat. Her skin was soft like her cat's, if you know just how to stroke her legs. NOT THE CAT'S LEGS! After my arrest for touching the hearts of bypass victims I decided to quit cannibalism. I would sit on my billion-dollar trust fund if life was a box of greeting cards yelling "yipee-ki-yay motherfucker!" Those cards with sound are great for annoying stupid relatives. I had given her one upside the head, when she jumped from Nakatomi Plaza's roof during a bouncy castle convention. Bouncy castle salesmen have no idea of what it means to be a teenage mother. But I do. I was born and raised in the bayou. Just like John Fogerty. Nothing bounces in the bayou. One summer, I fell in love with a German film-star and her big, black pussy cat. The cat was spayed by the fiendish Hans Gruber. Hans hands had hairy horns and his feet had corns and his knees had fleas, not to mention his knees, which were the bee's knees. "Ho-ho-ho," said the bee's knee.
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trobrianders
> Teenager of the Year <
Papua New Guinea
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Posted - 06/22/2007 : 01:49:55
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It had been one year since she broke my heart. Killing her cat was probably not the smartest idea I ever had, but at least I had a nice doormat. Her skin was soft like her cat's, if you know just how to stroke her legs. NOT THE CAT'S LEGS! After my arrest for touching the hearts of bypass victims I decided to quit cannibalism. I would sit on my billion-dollar trust fund if life was a box of greeting cards yelling "yipee-ki-yay motherfucker!" Those cards with sound are great for annoying stupid relatives. I had given her one upside the head, when she jumped from Nakatomi Plaza's roof during a bouncy castle convention. Bouncy castle salesmen have no idea of what it means to be a teenage mother. But I do. I was born and raised in the bayou. Just like John Fogerty. Nothing bounces in the bayou. One summer, I fell in love with a German film-star and her big, black pussy cat. The cat was spayed by the fiendish Hans Gruber. Hans hands had hairy horns and his feet had corns and his knees had fleas, not to mention his knees, which were the bee's knees. "Ho-ho-ho," said the bee's knee. Then all of a sudden
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s_wrenn
* Dog in the Sand *
Ireland
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Posted - 06/22/2007 : 10:54:21
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It had been one year since she broke my heart. Killing her cat was probably not the smartest idea I ever had, but at least I had a nice doormat. Her skin was soft like her cat's, if you know just how to stroke her legs. NOT THE CAT'S LEGS! After my arrest for touching the hearts of bypass victims I decided to quit cannibalism. I would sit on my billion-dollar trust fund if life was a box of greeting cards yelling "yipee-ki-yay motherfucker!" Those cards with sound are great for annoying stupid relatives. I had given her one upside the head, when she jumped from Nakatomi Plaza's roof during a bouncy castle convention. Bouncy castle salesmen have no idea of what it means to be a teenage mother. But I do. I was born and raised in the bayou. Just like John Fogerty. Nothing bounces in the bayou. One summer, I fell in love with a German film-star and her big, black pussy cat. The cat was spayed by the fiendish Hans Gruber. Hans hands had hairy horns and his feet had corns and his knees had fleas, not to mention his knees, which were the bee's knees. "Ho-ho-ho," said the bee's knee. Then all of a sudden I added five more words.
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trobrianders
> Teenager of the Year <
Papua New Guinea
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Posted - 06/22/2007 : 13:58:54
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It had been one year since she broke my heart. Killing her cat was probably not the smartest idea I ever had, but at least I had a nice doormat. Her skin was soft like her cat's, if you know just how to stroke her legs. NOT THE CAT'S LEGS! After my arrest for touching the hearts of bypass victims I decided to quit cannibalism. I would sit on my billion-dollar trust fund if life was a box of greeting cards yelling "yipee-ki-yay motherfucker!" Those cards with sound are great for annoying stupid relatives. I had given her one upside the head, when she jumped from Nakatomi Plaza's roof during a bouncy castle convention. Bouncy castle salesmen have no idea of what it means to be a teenage mother. But I do. I was born and raised in the bayou. Just like John Fogerty. Nothing bounces in the bayou. One summer, I fell in love with a German film-star and her big, black pussy cat. The cat was spayed by the fiendish Hans Gruber. Hans hands had hairy horns and his feet had corns and his knees had fleas, not to mention his knees, which were the bee's knees. "Ho-ho-ho," said the bee's knee. Then all of a sudden I added five more words. One, two, three, four, five...
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mr.biscuitdoughhead
* Dog in the Sand *
USA
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Posted - 06/22/2007 : 14:04:18
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It had been one year since she broke my heart. Killing her cat was probably not the smartest idea I ever had, but at least I had a nice doormat. Her skin was soft like her cat's, if you know just how to stroke her legs. NOT THE CAT'S LEGS! After my arrest for touching the hearts of bypass victims I decided to quit cannibalism. I would sit on my billion-dollar trust fund if life was a box of greeting cards yelling "yipee-ki-yay motherfucker!" Those cards with sound are great for annoying stupid relatives. I had given her one upside the head, when she jumped from Nakatomi Plaza's roof during a bouncy castle convention. Bouncy castle salesmen have no idea of what it means to be a teenage mother. But I do. I was born and raised in the bayou. Just like John Fogerty. Nothing bounces in the bayou. One summer, I fell in love with a German film-star and her big, black pussy cat. The cat was spayed by the fiendish Hans Gruber. Hans hands had hairy horns and his feet had corns and his knees had fleas, not to mention his knees, which were the bee's knees. "Ho-ho-ho," said the bee's knee. Then all of a sudden I added five more words. One, two, three, four, five. "This is really boring" said...
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trobrianders
> Teenager of the Year <
Papua New Guinea
3302 Posts |
Posted - 06/22/2007 : 15:16:21
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It had been one year since she broke my heart. Killing her cat was probably not the smartest idea I ever had, but at least I had a nice doormat. Her skin was soft like her cat's, if you know just how to stroke her legs. NOT THE CAT'S LEGS! After my arrest for touching the hearts of bypass victims I decided to quit cannibalism. I would sit on my billion-dollar trust fund if life was a box of greeting cards yelling "yipee-ki-yay motherfucker!" Those cards with sound are great for annoying stupid relatives. I had given her one upside the head, when she jumped from Nakatomi Plaza's roof during a bouncy castle convention. Bouncy castle salesmen have no idea of what it means to be a teenage mother. But I do. I was born and raised in the bayou. Just like John Fogerty. Nothing bounces in the bayou. One summer, I fell in love with a German film-star and her big, black pussy cat. The cat was spayed by the fiendish Hans Gruber. Hans hands had hairy horns and his feet had corns and his knees had fleas, not to mention his knees, which were the bee's knees. "Ho-ho-ho," said the bee's knee. Then all of a sudden I added five more words. One, two, three, four, five. "This is really boring" said mr.biscuitdoughhead, "I'm outta here".
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s_wrenn
* Dog in the Sand *
Ireland
1851 Posts |
Posted - 06/23/2007 : 19:10:12
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It had been one year since she broke my heart. Killing her cat was probably not the smartest idea I ever had, but at least I had a nice doormat. Her skin was soft like her cat's, if you know just how to stroke her legs. NOT THE CAT'S LEGS! After my arrest for touching the hearts of bypass victims I decided to quit cannibalism. I would sit on my billion-dollar trust fund if life was a box of greeting cards yelling "yipee-ki-yay motherfucker!" Those cards with sound are great for annoying stupid relatives. I had given her one upside the head, when she jumped from Nakatomi Plaza's roof during a bouncy castle convention. Bouncy castle salesmen have no idea of what it means to be a teenage mother. But I do. I was born and raised in the bayou. Just like John Fogerty. Nothing bounces in the bayou. One summer, I fell in love with a German film-star and her big, black pussy cat. The cat was spayed by the fiendish Hans Gruber. Hans hands had hairy horns and his feet had corns and his knees had fleas, not to mention his knees, which were the bee's knees. "Ho-ho-ho," said the bee's knee. Then all of a sudden I added five more words. One, two, three, four, five. "This is really boring" said mr.biscuitdoughhead, "I'm outta here". I would wrap my hand...
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mr.biscuitdoughhead
* Dog in the Sand *
USA
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Posted - 06/23/2007 : 19:32:56
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It had been one year since she broke my heart. Killing her cat was probably not the smartest idea I ever had, but at least I had a nice doormat. Her skin was soft like her cat's, if you know just how to stroke her legs. NOT THE CAT'S LEGS! After my arrest for touching the hearts of bypass victims I decided to quit cannibalism. I would sit on my billion-dollar trust fund if life was a box of greeting cards yelling "yipee-ki-yay motherfucker!" Those cards with sound are great for annoying stupid relatives. I had given her one upside the head, when she jumped from Nakatomi Plaza's roof during a bouncy castle convention. Bouncy castle salesmen have no idea of what it means to be a teenage mother. But I do. I was born and raised in the bayou. Just like John Fogerty. Nothing bounces in the bayou. One summer, I fell in love with a German film-star and her big, black pussy cat. The cat was spayed by the fiendish Hans Gruber. Hans hands had hairy horns and his feet had corns and his knees had fleas, not to mention his knees, which were the bee's knees. "Ho-ho-ho," said the bee's knee. Then all of a sudden I added five more words. One, two, three, four, five. "This is really boring" said mr.biscuitdoughhead, "I'm outta here". I would wrap my hand around mr.biscuitdoughhead's neck and I
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s_wrenn
* Dog in the Sand *
Ireland
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Posted - 06/23/2007 : 19:40:25
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It had been one year since she broke my heart. Killing her cat was probably not the smartest idea I ever had, but at least I had a nice doormat. Her skin was soft like her cat's, if you know just how to stroke her legs. NOT THE CAT'S LEGS! After my arrest for touching the hearts of bypass victims I decided to quit cannibalism. I would sit on my billion-dollar trust fund if life was a box of greeting cards yelling "yipee-ki-yay motherfucker!" Those cards with sound are great for annoying stupid relatives. I had given her one upside the head, when she jumped from Nakatomi Plaza's roof during a bouncy castle convention. Bouncy castle salesmen have no idea of what it means to be a teenage mother. But I do. I was born and raised in the bayou. Just like John Fogerty. Nothing bounces in the bayou. One summer, I fell in love with a German film-star and her big, black pussy cat. The cat was spayed by the fiendish Hans Gruber. Hans hands had hairy horns and his feet had corns and his knees had fleas, not to mention his knees, which were the bee's knees. "Ho-ho-ho," said the bee's knee. Then all of a sudden I added five more words. One, two, three, four, five. "This is really boring" said mr.biscuitdoughhead, "I'm outta here". I would wrap my hand around mr.biscuitdoughhead's throat and I was contacted by the FBI.
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Jefrey
= Cult of Ray =
USA
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Posted - 06/23/2007 : 23:49:59
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It had been one year since she broke my heart. Killing her cat was probably not the smartest idea I ever had, but at least I had a nice doormat. Her skin was soft like her cat's, if you know just how to stroke her legs. NOT THE CAT'S LEGS! After my arrest for touching the hearts of bypass victims I decided to quit cannibalism. I would sit on my billion-dollar trust fund if life was a box of greeting cards yelling "yipee-ki-yay motherfucker!" Those cards with sound are great for annoying stupid relatives. I had given her one upside the head, when she jumped from Nakatomi Plaza's roof during a bouncy castle convention. Bouncy castle salesmen have no idea of what it means to be a teenage mother. But I do. I was born and raised in the bayou. Just like John Fogerty. Nothing bounces in the bayou. One summer, I fell in love with a German film-star and her big, black pussy cat. The cat was spayed by the fiendish Hans Gruber. Hans hands had hairy horns and his feet had corns and his knees had fleas, not to mention his knees, which were the bee's knees. "Ho-ho-ho," said the bee's knee. Then all of a sudden I added five more words. One, two, three, four, five. "This is really boring" said mr.biscuitdoughhead, "I'm outta here". I would wrap my hand around mr.biscuitdoughhead's throat and I was contacted by the FBI. And not the teenage FBI...
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> Teenager of the Year <
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Posted - 06/24/2007 : 05:17:32
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It had been one year since she broke my heart. Killing her cat was probably not the smartest idea I ever had, but at least I had a nice doormat. Her skin was soft like her cat's, if you know just how to stroke her legs. NOT THE CAT'S LEGS! After my arrest for touching the hearts of bypass victims I decided to quit cannibalism. I would sit on my billion-dollar trust fund if life was a box of greeting cards yelling "yipee-ki-yay motherfucker!" Those cards with sound are great for annoying stupid relatives. I had given her one upside the head, when she jumped from Nakatomi Plaza's roof during a bouncy castle convention. Bouncy castle salesmen have no idea of what it means to be a teenage mother. But I do. I was born and raised in the bayou. Just like John Fogerty. Nothing bounces in the bayou. One summer, I fell in love with a German film-star and her big, black pussy cat. The cat was spayed by the fiendish Hans Gruber. Hans hands had hairy horns and his feet had corns and his knees had fleas, not to mention his knees, which were the bee's knees. "Ho-ho-ho," said the bee's knee. Then all of a sudden I added five more words. One, two, three, four, five. "This is really boring" said mr.biscuitdoughhead, "I'm outta here". I would wrap my hand around mr.biscuitdoughhead's throat and I was contacted by the FBI. And not the teenage FBI. No, this was the real ...
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s_wrenn
* Dog in the Sand *
Ireland
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Posted - 06/24/2007 : 06:06:33
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It had been one year since she broke my heart. Killing her cat was probably not the smartest idea I ever had, but at least I had a nice doormat. Her skin was soft like her cat's, if you know just how to stroke her legs. NOT THE CAT'S LEGS! After my arrest for touching the hearts of bypass victims I decided to quit cannibalism. I would sit on my billion-dollar trust fund if life was a box of greeting cards yelling "yipee-ki-yay motherfucker!" Those cards with sound are great for annoying stupid relatives. I had given her one upside the head, when she jumped from Nakatomi Plaza's roof during a bouncy castle convention. Bouncy castle salesmen have no idea of what it means to be a teenage mother. But I do. I was born and raised in the bayou. Just like John Fogerty. Nothing bounces in the bayou. One summer, I fell in love with a German film-star and her big, black pussy cat. The cat was spayed by the fiendish Hans Gruber. Hans hands had hairy horns and his feet had corns and his knees had fleas, not to mention his knees, which were the bee's knees. "Ho-ho-ho," said the bee's knee. Then all of a sudden I added five more words. One, two, three, four, five. "This is really boring" said mr.biscuitdoughhead, "I'm outta here". I would wrap my hand around mr.biscuitdoughhead's throat and I was contacted by the FBI. And not the teenage FBI. No, this was the real deal, they had tight leather...
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trobrianders
> Teenager of the Year <
Papua New Guinea
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Posted - 06/24/2007 : 07:58:40
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It had been one year since she broke my heart. Killing her cat was probably not the smartest idea I ever had, but at least I had a nice doormat. Her skin was soft like her cat's, if you know just how to stroke her legs. NOT THE CAT'S LEGS! After my arrest for touching the hearts of bypass victims I decided to quit cannibalism. I would sit on my billion-dollar trust fund if life was a box of greeting cards yelling "yipee-ki-yay motherfucker!" Those cards with sound are great for annoying stupid relatives. I had given her one upside the head, when she jumped from Nakatomi Plaza's roof during a bouncy castle convention. Bouncy castle salesmen have no idea of what it means to be a teenage mother. But I do. I was born and raised in the bayou. Just like John Fogerty. Nothing bounces in the bayou. One summer, I fell in love with a German film-star and her big, black pussy cat. The cat was spayed by the fiendish Hans Gruber. Hans hands had hairy horns and his feet had corns and his knees had fleas, not to mention his knees, which were the bee's knees. "Ho-ho-ho," said the bee's knee. Then all of a sudden I added five more words. One, two, three, four, five. "This is really boring" said mr.biscuitdoughhead, "I'm outta here". I would wrap my hand around mr.biscuitdoughhead's throat and I was contacted by the FBI. And not the teenage FBI. No, this was the real deal, they had tight leather ears and brilliant white faces.
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coastline
> Teenager of the Year <
USA
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Posted - 06/24/2007 : 08:07:08
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It had been one year since she broke my heart. Killing her cat was probably not the smartest idea I ever had, but at least I had a nice doormat. Her skin was soft like her cat's, if you know just how to stroke her legs. NOT THE CAT'S LEGS! After my arrest for touching the hearts of bypass victims I decided to quit cannibalism. I would sit on my billion-dollar trust fund if life was a box of greeting cards yelling "yipee-ki-yay motherfucker!" Those cards with sound are great for annoying stupid relatives. I had given her one upside the head, when she jumped from Nakatomi Plaza's roof during a bouncy castle convention. Bouncy castle salesmen have no idea of what it means to be a teenage mother. But I do. I was born and raised in the bayou. Just like John Fogerty. Nothing bounces in the bayou. One summer, I fell in love with a German film-star and her big, black pussy cat. The cat was spayed by the fiendish Hans Gruber. Hans hands had hairy horns and his feet had corns and his knees had fleas, not to mention his knees, which were the bee's knees. "Ho-ho-ho," said the bee's knee. Then all of a sudden I added five more words. One, two, three, four, five. "This is really boring" said mr.biscuitdoughhead, "I'm outta here". I would wrap my hand around mr.biscuitdoughhead's throat and I was contacted by the FBI. And not the teenage FBI. No, this was the real deal, they had tight leather ears and brilliant white faces. "Get off that cat!" yelled ...
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trobrianders
> Teenager of the Year <
Papua New Guinea
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Posted - 06/24/2007 : 08:17:02
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It had been one year since she broke my heart. Killing her cat was probably not the smartest idea I ever had, but at least I had a nice doormat. Her skin was soft like her cat's, if you know just how to stroke her legs. NOT THE CAT'S LEGS! After my arrest for touching the hearts of bypass victims I decided to quit cannibalism. I would sit on my billion-dollar trust fund if life was a box of greeting cards yelling "yipee-ki-yay motherfucker!" Those cards with sound are great for annoying stupid relatives. I had given her one upside the head, when she jumped from Nakatomi Plaza's roof during a bouncy castle convention. Bouncy castle salesmen have no idea of what it means to be a teenage mother. But I do. I was born and raised in the bayou. Just like John Fogerty. Nothing bounces in the bayou. One summer, I fell in love with a German film-star and her big, black pussy cat. The cat was spayed by the fiendish Hans Gruber. Hans hands had hairy horns and his feet had corns and his knees had fleas, not to mention his knees, which were the bee's knees. "Ho-ho-ho," said the bee's knee. Then all of a sudden I added five more words. One, two, three, four, five. "This is really boring" said mr.biscuitdoughhead, "I'm outta here". I would wrap my hand around mr.biscuitdoughhead's throat and I was contacted by the FBI. And not the teenage FBI. No, this was the real deal, they had tight leather ears and brilliant white faces. "Get off that cat!" yelled Special Agent Biscuitdoughhead. "Drop your...
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s_wrenn
* Dog in the Sand *
Ireland
1851 Posts |
Posted - 06/24/2007 : 08:39:14
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It had been one year since she broke my heart. Killing her cat was probably not the smartest idea I ever had, but at least I had a nice doormat. Her skin was soft like her cat's, if you know just how to stroke her legs. NOT THE CAT'S LEGS! After my arrest for touching the hearts of bypass victims I decided to quit cannibalism. I would sit on my billion-dollar trust fund if life was a box of greeting cards yelling "yipee-ki-yay motherfucker!" Those cards with sound are great for annoying stupid relatives. I had given her one upside the head, when she jumped from Nakatomi Plaza's roof during a bouncy castle convention. Bouncy castle salesmen have no idea of what it means to be a teenage mother. But I do. I was born and raised in the bayou. Just like John Fogerty. Nothing bounces in the bayou. One summer, I fell in love with a German film-star and her big, black pussy cat. The cat was spayed by the fiendish Hans Gruber. Hans hands had hairy horns and his feet had corns and his knees had fleas, not to mention his knees, which were the bee's knees. "Ho-ho-ho," said the bee's knee. Then all of a sudden I added five more words. One, two, three, four, five. "This is really boring" said mr.biscuitdoughhead, "I'm outta here". I would wrap my hand around mr.biscuitdoughhead's throat and I was contacted by the FBI. And not the teenage FBI. No, this was the real deal, they had tight leather ears and brilliant white faces. "Get off that cat!" yelled Special Agent Biscuitdoughhead. "Drop your credit card APR with Halifax”
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mr.biscuitdoughhead
* Dog in the Sand *
USA
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Posted - 06/24/2007 : 08:58:23
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I feel special.
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trobrianders
> Teenager of the Year <
Papua New Guinea
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Posted - 06/24/2007 : 09:11:31
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It had been one year since she broke my heart. Killing her cat was probably not the smartest idea I ever had, but at least I had a nice doormat. Her skin was soft like her cat's, if you know just how to stroke her legs. NOT THE CAT'S LEGS! After my arrest for touching the hearts of bypass victims I decided to quit cannibalism. I would sit on my billion-dollar trust fund if life was a box of greeting cards yelling "yipee-ki-yay motherfucker!" Those cards with sound are great for annoying stupid relatives. I had given her one upside the head, when she jumped from Nakatomi Plaza's roof during a bouncy castle convention. Bouncy castle salesmen have no idea of what it means to be a teenage mother. But I do. I was born and raised in the bayou. Just like John Fogerty. Nothing bounces in the bayou. One summer, I fell in love with a German film-star and her big, black pussy cat. The cat was spayed by the fiendish Hans Gruber. Hans hands had hairy horns and his feet had corns and his knees had fleas, not to mention his knees, which were the bee's knees. "Ho-ho-ho," said the bee's knee. Then all of a sudden I added five more words. One, two, three, four, five. "This is really boring" said mr.biscuitdoughhead, "I'm outta here". I would wrap my hand around mr.biscuitdoughhead's throat and I was contacted by the FBI. And not the teenage FBI. No, this was the real deal, they had tight leather ears and brilliant white faces. "Get off that cat!" yelled Special Agent Biscuitdoughhead. "Drop your credit card APR with Halifax”, "I only take cash bribes".
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s_wrenn
* Dog in the Sand *
Ireland
1851 Posts |
Posted - 06/25/2007 : 15:29:33
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It had been one year since she broke my heart. Killing her cat was probably not the smartest idea I ever had, but at least I had a nice doormat. Her skin was soft like her cat's, if you know just how to stroke her legs. NOT THE CAT'S LEGS! After my arrest for touching the hearts of bypass victims I decided to quit cannibalism. I would sit on my billion-dollar trust fund if life was a box of greeting cards yelling "yipee-ki-yay motherfucker!" Those cards with sound are great for annoying stupid relatives. I had given her one upside the head, when she jumped from Nakatomi Plaza's roof during a bouncy castle convention. Bouncy castle salesmen have no idea of what it means to be a teenage mother. But I do. I was born and raised in the bayou. Just like John Fogerty. Nothing bounces in the bayou. One summer, I fell in love with a German film-star and her big, black pussy cat. The cat was spayed by the fiendish Hans Gruber. Hans hands had hairy horns and his feet had corns and his knees had fleas, not to mention his knees, which were the bee's knees. "Ho-ho-ho," said the bee's knee. Then all of a sudden I added five more words. One, two, three, four, five. "This is really boring" said mr.biscuitdoughhead, "I'm outta here". I would wrap my hand around mr.biscuitdoughhead's throat and I was contacted by the FBI. And not the teenage FBI. No, this was the real deal, they had tight leather ears and brilliant white faces. "Get off that cat!" yelled Special Agent Biscuitdoughhead. "Drop your credit card APR with Halifax”, "I only take cash bribes". I'm the Duke of Earl...
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5 word add on story 4: Add words, or Die Hard
