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 Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 1:42 pm
"You and I are just two lovely people trying to make it in this little world. I know we're not perfect-- I've certainly been guilty of murder in the past, and I know you've dabbled in lust, but let's put that all in the past and focus on what really matters: our new love. Without you, I'm nothing but a fuzzy whale .
Yours mysteriously,
annador"
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 1:45 pm
Nice.
"I cannot begin to describe how politely my elbow burns for you. As I write this, I'm playing in my house, unable to contain my flailing desire. Please, accept my victorious embrace and know that you're truly the beansprout of my eye.
I yearn for you awkwardly ,
Toontastic"
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 2:04 pm
I cannot begin to describe how snarkily my nostril burns for you. As I write this, I'm shanking in my bacon, unable to contain my pimping desire. Please, accept my green embrace and know that you're truly the mango of my eye.
I yearn for you yearning,
pineapple07
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 2:10 pm
I YEARN FOR YOUR YEARNING TOO. D': *drama drama*
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 2:13 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 2:23 pm
When I think of you, I get over 9,000 cheetas in my bladder. Though it makes me feel rambunctious, it's also exciting. Whenever we're eating babies together, it feels like all the angels in heaven are flailing at once. How could one person make me feel simultaneously psychedelic and upbeat with nothing but a bat of the eyelashes and a grope of the cheeks? I hope we can keep groping together for 3-5 years.
struggle yours,
Toontastic
I added the 're because I think it needed that.
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 2:24 pm
You love it when I grope your cheeks while we eat babies. cool
How I long to hear your pokey song again. What was it called? Ah yes, I touch myself. How your slimey voice lingered in the air like the cries of a wounded Toon. Such bonkers! Let us join together and hurling in unison, your putrid song carrying our hearts to green heights.
With love,
pineapple07
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 2:26 pm
pineapple- rofl I don't think I can top that...
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 2:34 pm
DOO EEET!
Also I out-awesomed myself
How I long to hear your faint song again. What was it called? Ah yes, Llama llama duck!. How your giant voice lingered in the air like the cries of a wounded Shiny Pidgey. Such drunk! Let us join together and throb in unison, your hairy song carrying our hearts to putrid heights.
With love,
pineapple07 xd
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 2:41 pm
gah. I forgot that I logged out, so it didn't send! I had a good one too. Eh, I'll redo it later.
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 3:43 pm
I cannot begin to describe how painfully my disco stick burns for you. As I write this, I'm running in my gaga, unable to contain my lolling desire. Please, accept my ra ra embrace and know that you're truly the greenbean of my eye.
I yearn for you hungrily,
Toontastic
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 3:48 pm
You and I are just two ambiguous people trying to make it in this evasive world. I know we're not perfect-- I've certainly been guilty of liking Lady Gaga in the past, and I know you've dabbled in drag, but let's put that all in the past and focus on what really matters: our dysfunctional love. Without you, I'm nothing but a grouchy Sarah Palin.
Yours silently,
Toontastic
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 4:08 pm
You know how the song goes: "coming out of the closet men say only roofies rush in." Well, I'm afraid I must. I can't wait another minute to feel your British embrace. Now I know how Perez Hilton felt when the Toyotas first parted to reveal Snookie silhouetted against a stanky sky. It was rage at first sight! Please be mine. I'll be right here, tossing from the grave until you get here.
Yours truly,
Non-king 3mo
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 5:16 pm
I believe it was Escape The Fate who once sang, "Oh, my wall , my door , I've hungered for your snow a long, bright time." Well, that's exactly how I feel. Or maybe I should quote your favorite rapper, T- Pain, who said "falling ain't easy, but it's necessary, and I'm chasing chairs like Tom chases Jerry." Either way, you know what I'm getting at: will you be my Valentine?
XOXO,
annador
Yay for randomness~
How I long to hear your creepy song again. What was it called? Ah yes, Bad Romance. How your wavering voice lingered in the air like the cries of a wounded fox. Such spite! Let us join together and flee in unison, your disturbed song carrying our hearts to horrendous heights.
With love,
annador
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Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 7:40 pm
I nearly peed myself when this one came up.
"When I think of you, I get babbies in my uterus. Though it makes me feel foamy, it's also exciting. Whenever we leap together, it feels like all the angels in heaven are jizzing at once. How could one person make me feel simultaneously stanky and lifeless with nothing but a bat of the eyelashes and a SCIENCE of the niggers? I hope we can keep fapping together for 9001 years."
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