| 16:124:176 |
[Jan. 4th, 2009|11:03 pm] |
THIS POAST QUOTE IS ON STRIKE.
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| 15:123:175 |
[Jan. 1st, 2009|02:27 pm] |
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| 14:122:174 |
[Dec. 27th, 2008|09:56 am] |
So, you've managed to get laid. Congratulations!
But what's that? You woke up to the shriek, "I'm pregnant"? I'm afraid I have some bad news. You are lesbians. She isn't pregnant.
No, gentle reader, instead you have found yourself a troll of your very own. Scared? Nervous? A little turned on? As it should be. If you buy my book, "Trolls for Dummies: No Really, Trolls are for Dummies", I will help you through this exciting time with such chapters as, "How To Tell When Your Troll Is Lying" "Am I Really A Fatty?" and of course, most importantly, "What to do when you find the first hidden camera." |
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| 13:121:173 |
[Dec. 20th, 2008|11:53 pm] |
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| 12:120:172 |
[Dec. 17th, 2008|05:40 pm] |
I LOVE ALL MY BAND MEMBERS EQUALLY.
I NEVER CARED FOR BRENT. |
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| 11:119:171 |
[Dec. 14th, 2008|09:48 pm] |
IF YOU OR YOUR FRIENDS SEE FLOCKED CONTENT BEING POSTED TO BANDFLESH, A WISE COURSE OF ACTION WOULD BE TO EMAIL THE MODS WHO CAN ACTUALLY DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT. |
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| 10:118:170 |
[Dec. 12th, 2008|05:25 pm] |
*STAND DOWN. I THINK THE NAME'S LOLDORABLE, BUT THAT DOESN'T RHYME WITH "PARUMPAPUMPUM"
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| 9:117:169 |
[Dec. 10th, 2008|12:48 am] |
SHIT :| I'M A DOG :| :| |
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| 7:115:167 |
[Dec. 5th, 2008|04:28 pm] |
On the first Tuesday, in the jumble of his place,
In the heat of the sun,
with the breeze on his face,
He was smoking…enjoying all nature’s great joys…
When Ryan the guitarist heard a small noise.
So Ryan stopped smoking. He looked towards the sound.
“That’s funny,” thought Ryan. “There’s no one around.”
Then he heard it again! Just a very faint yelp
As if some tiny person were calling for help.
“I’ll help you,” said Ryan.
“But who are you? Where?”
He looked and he looked. He could see nothing there
But a small swirl of smoke blowing past though the air. |
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| 6:114:166 |
[Dec. 2nd, 2008|04:57 pm] |
YOU JUST WAIT TILL MOM GETS HOME, MEME. WE'RE TELLING >:( |
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| 5:113:165 |
[Nov. 29th, 2008|11:51 am] |
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| 4:112:164 |
[Nov. 25th, 2008|06:48 pm] |
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[Nov. 20th, 2008|09:39 pm] |
It was your typical dark and stormy night. The rain beat against the windows of the tiny Journalfen bar like the fists of an angy leprechaun, as a consequence of which the joint was packed with the kind of local color that would usually be decorating the street corners of /b/. I dripped philosophically into my cheap scotch as what those more generous might call humanity flowed around me and thought of the good old days- or any old day before last Tuesday, when old landlady Aja had locked me out of my office and left me standing in the alley with nothing to my name but a fedora, my gun and half a pack of cigars. Sadfax, get a few years behind on the rent and some broads get downright unreasonable.
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