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 Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 10:35 pm
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 4:15 am
We all get brain farts. Specially us 99 year-olds.
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 6:05 am
XD Oh geez, Old Death reappears yet again. And really, don't worry. We all have bad moments.
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 2:34 pm
Seriously, my automatic Internet age is as old as the system allows. On Gaia I'm 90, and YC I'm 99...
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 5:31 am
*raises hands up in defeat* Alright, alright.
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 8:35 am
ya know, that was a joke..... my friends and I always say stuff like that. but, I do do stupid things sometimes irl. My friend's brother blames it on anime, and she agrees with him..... hmm, might be true.....
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 1:32 pm
*Gets old Death-chan a cup of applesauce* For Obaa-san?
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 3:26 pm
Applesauce? APPLESAUCE?! I said DRINK! Brandy! Drink! Feck! Arse! GUYS!
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 7:42 pm
sweatdrop Death-san, you have to take it easy.
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 10:28 pm
*Bows all freaked-out like* Gomen nasai! Gomen nasai! Gomen nasai!
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 12:58 pm
Guys! Guys! Guys! Feck! Arse! Guys! Drink!
(( xd Father Jack Hackett thing going on!))
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 8:05 pm
*Run out the thread, through a self-created door, sobbing uncontrollably*
( xd )
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 8:44 am
((One thing Father Jack is powerless against and afraid of is... NUNS. xd ))
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 9:33 am
ROAR! I has returned! My sister got in a little trouble so there was no net for a while. Bah.
Seto: She's doing a fine impression of being a senior...
Good thing in America she can be shipped off to a home. Canada here is running out of beds, but that's okay, we have forks. Also, I feel old now. I'm all the way to nineteen. Happy late birthday Death. Heh... late... death... heh...
Seto: That's a terrible pun.
Hush up you young whipersnapper!
Seto: Oh... it's spreading...
Get me butterscotch!
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2006 12:25 pm
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