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Lyss The One In The Back Crew
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 Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 6:15 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 6:19 pm
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Lyss The One In The Back EggaxSponge It's not a sword. It's a weapon. That's VERY important. I just told her she couldn't do it again, showed her the bruise, and she stopped. I don't want to sexually assault her, because she thinks i'm cute. gonk Instead I made a vow to kick her a** one day.
Go Egga!
Fence the rabid girl into the ground with Egga's amazing fencing skills of DOOM one day.
God, I gotta stop watching Silent Hill walk throughs. O_x
It may take a while though, because I'm a mere advanced dry foilist, and she a sabreist headed for competition. xd |
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Lyss The One In The Back Crew
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 6:40 pm
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EggaxSponge Lyss The One In The Back EggaxSponge It's not a sword. It's a weapon. That's VERY important. I just told her she couldn't do it again, showed her the bruise, and she stopped. I don't want to sexually assault her, because she thinks i'm cute. gonk Instead I made a vow to kick her a** one day.
Go Egga!
Fence the rabid girl into the ground with Egga's amazing fencing skills of DOOM one day.
God, I gotta stop watching Silent Hill walk throughs. O_x It may take a while though, because I'm a mere advanced dry foilist, and she a sabreist headed for competition. xd
Aww. D:
Well, until then.....
Imaggginattttiion! -coughCandyMountaincough- |
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 6:49 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 7:15 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 10:32 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 11:08 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 7:11 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 7:21 am
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chianachan Lyss The One In The Back
Aww. D:
Well, until then.....
Imaggginattttiion! -coughCandyMountaincough- xd YAY! My parents are gone for a whooooole week! In the Big Rock Candy Mountains You never change your socks And the little streams of alcohol Come trickling down the rocks The brake men have to tip their hats And the railroad bulls are blind There's a lake of stew And of whiskey too You can paddle all around 'em In a big canoe In the Big Rock Candy Mountains |
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 10:40 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 11:00 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 11:22 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 11:27 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 11:28 am
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