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Post by thewave on Mar 6, 2010 8:27:11 GMT -5
Well if you guys can think of another way for me to get my rocks off I'm all ears. Wildcritters. *shot*
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Post by Chromeo on Mar 6, 2010 8:29:05 GMT -5
Still porn >_>
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Post by Ninetails82 on Mar 6, 2010 13:52:40 GMT -5
TAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLZZZZZZZZZZZZZ You're so cute I could eat you up! OM NOM NOM! <_<
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Post by Pyro ᵛᵉʳᶦᶠᶦᵉᵈ ✔ on Mar 6, 2010 20:50:30 GMT -5
Eeeeehehe Tails is up to something... <333
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Post by Tails82 on Mar 6, 2010 20:52:47 GMT -5
Got that right. Find it yet? ^_^
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Post by Jordan Ω on Mar 6, 2010 22:47:14 GMT -5
I'm not getting this.
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Post by Tails82 on Mar 6, 2010 22:53:57 GMT -5
dum dum dum, stupiiid me, orange editing now
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Post by Chromeo on Mar 6, 2010 22:56:39 GMT -5
Just reveal already... >_>
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Post by Jordan Ω on Mar 6, 2010 23:00:03 GMT -5
Reveal what? WTF is going on? Also, I see a well drawn happy Vulpix. What should I see?
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Post by Chromeo on Mar 6, 2010 23:02:19 GMT -5
That's weird. Shouldn't it be loading the new image from the server?...
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Post by Tails82 on Mar 6, 2010 23:05:29 GMT -5
Hmm, that is odd. I s'pose technology tends to fail on you from time to time.
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Post by Chromeo on Mar 6, 2010 23:06:32 GMT -5
Well. Are you gonna tell him the story now? >_>
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Post by Tails82 on Mar 6, 2010 23:07:00 GMT -5
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Nah.
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Post by Jordan Ω on Mar 6, 2010 23:07:45 GMT -5
Can someone tell me what the hell is going on?
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Post by Tails82 on Mar 6, 2010 23:10:26 GMT -5
Fine.
Now, this is a story all about how my life got flipped-turned upside down, and I'd like to take a minute just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air. In west Philadelphia born and raised, on the playground was where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool and all shootin some b-ball outside of the school, when a couple of guys who were up to no good, started making trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'
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