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 Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 6:25 pm
Chaotic Crescent I love your signature, MTQ. cool *wanted to be in it* ninja I MADE IT. crying *hoards the credit*
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 6:25 pm
Clara has gone naked nerdy ninja for Sir Ichigo too. 3nodding
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 6:26 pm
Sir Ichigo Chaotic Crescent I love your signature, MTQ. cool *wanted to be in it* ninja I MADE IT. crying *hoards the credit* *sends credit to Ichigo* heart
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 6:27 pm
Why's everyone naked.......? neutral
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 6:28 pm
I feel so loved.
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And surrounded by naked girls. crying heart
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 6:29 pm
Tannasin Mk.II Why's everyone naked.......? neutral Because one or more of the mods are being asses. We're protesting in a nonviolent manner. With panties.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 6:30 pm
Sir Ichigo I feel so loved. ... And surrounded by naked girls. crying heart Of course you are. heart
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 6:30 pm
Sir Ichigo Tannasin Mk.II Why's everyone naked.......? neutral Because one or more of the mods are being asses. We're protesting in a nonviolent manner. With panties. I wouldn't call 'em asses. Just, y'know, all vague with the rules and such.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 6:31 pm
Sir Ichigo Tannasin Mk.II Why's everyone naked.......? neutral Because one or more of the mods are being asses. We're protesting in a nonviolent manner. With panties. Does this mean that I can go take my shenanigans to the A/M/C and see what the limits are?
More llama d**k?
More delicious cake?
Who knows?
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 6:32 pm
Tannasin Mk.II Sir Ichigo Tannasin Mk.II Why's everyone naked.......? neutral Because one or more of the mods are being asses. We're protesting in a nonviolent manner. With panties. Does this mean that I can go take my shenanigans to the A/M/C and see what the limits are?
More llama d**k?
More delicious cake?
Who knows? Nobody's going to do a naked protest for you. talk2hand
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 6:33 pm
Tannasin Mk.II Sir Ichigo Tannasin Mk.II Why's everyone naked.......? neutral Because one or more of the mods are being asses. We're protesting in a nonviolent manner. With panties. Does this mean that I can go take my shenanigans to the A/M/C and see what the limits are?
More llama d**k?
More delicious cake?
Who knows? I wish I had a llama for gentials. Girls go all "SQUEEEEE!!!" for llamas. I'd be all, "Hey, do you want to pet it? Watch out, it spits."
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 6:35 pm
Comrade Clara Tannasin Mk.II Sir Ichigo Tannasin Mk.II Why's everyone naked.......? neutral Because one or more of the mods are being asses. We're protesting in a nonviolent manner. With panties. Does this mean that I can go take my shenanigans to the A/M/C and see what the limits are?
More llama d**k?
More delicious cake?
Who knows? Nobody's going to do a naked protest for you. talk2hand Your mom would. talk2hand
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 6:37 pm
Razor, my razor, how tempting you are.
Grin for me, grin for me, grin for me more.
Cut me a pattern, there on my skin.
Dance for, dance for me, dance from within.
Tell me a story, there on my arm.
Carve it all out, it does me no harm.
Sing for me, sing for me, sing bloody songs.
Cry me a ballet, tell me my wrongs.
Draw me a picture, all washed in blood.
Use precious ink, drawn by your sword.
Cry for me, cry for me, my tears are all gone.
All dried up in streaks of red, they your only pawn.
Tears washed away, by your lament of blood.
Cry tears of blood, use my life's breath.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 6:41 pm
Gamashinoch Razor, my razor, how tempting you are.
Grin for me, grin for me, grin for me more.
Cut me a pattern, there on my skin.
Dance for, dance for me, dance from within.
Tell me a story, there on my arm.
Carve it all out, it does me no harm.
Sing for me, sing for me, sing bloody songs.
Cry me a ballet, tell me my wrongs.
Draw me a picture, all washed in blood.
Use precious ink, drawn by your sword.
Cry for me, cry for me, my tears are all gone.
All dried up in streaks of red, they your only pawn.
Tears washed away, by your lament of blood.
Cry tears of blood, use my life's breath. Are you okay, pal? sad
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 6:42 pm
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