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 Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 8:31 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 8:32 pm
*Tries to drive the belt, Nail first, into Whipwreck's head*
mrgreen rofl twisted rofl mrgreen rofl
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 8:33 pm
"What does he looks like? I'm somewhat picky."
*Obviously lying.*
sweatdrop
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 8:33 pm
*Watches Cheyenne go to the above fire escape to tell her mom that some strange man is giving them beer, HIDES IN A TRASHCAN*
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 8:33 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 8:34 pm
mikey Whipwreck MIkey sits on the couch playing with some fire. *Extinguishes Fire* YOU ARE NO LONGER PYRO MANIAC WHIPWRECK!!!! YOU'RE LOVABLE LOSER, NO OFFENSIVE MANUEVERS, LUCKY ROLL UP VICTORIES MIKEY WHIPWRECK!!!!!
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 8:34 pm
"He's blonde, he'll probably fall for almost anything or anyone. He's just..really hot. Especially for the guys."
wink
@Cheyenne: "Go kick his a**."
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 8:34 pm
*Attaches a leash on Havok's collar.* mrgreen
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 8:35 pm
Cheyenne: *Goes back down, Christian screaming can be heard, Goes back up* I think he's dead. domokun
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 8:35 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 8:35 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 8:37 pm
"Mmmm..."
*Slowly rubs his chest.*
"...Can you show me to this naughty boy?" heart
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 8:37 pm
*Struggles to pull the belt from Whipwreck's head*
rofl rofl rofl twisted twisted rofl rofl rofl
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 8:37 pm
"Ooh, you hear that? He's a screamer."
wink
@Cheyenne: -Highfives!-
3nodding
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 8:38 pm
*Climbs up the ladder to the fire escape Rebecca's on, covered in blood and scratches*
gonk
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