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Help!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Yodama man
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re: Help!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
that's just what we need, another crazy lady in the world
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Yurius
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...you spam for posts worst than me and YM... wait a minute, your just YM in a disguise!!!
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smart and sassy
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i do do that to some guys at my school, but i also get beat up in the process. and what is spam for posts. and that really was me.Yurius wrote:...you spam for posts worst than me and YM... wait a minute, your just YM in a disguise!!!
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Yodama man
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re: Help!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
no it was me if you read my sig you will find out I went under cover as a chick for a while when you were gone to find out what Sango was saying about me in french
re: Help!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
a bit off topic, eh?
I felt like a race horse in a world without racetracks or a champion college footballer suddenly confronted by Wall Street and a business suit, his days of glory shrunk to a little gold cup on his mantel with a date engraved on it like a tombstone.
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Yodama man
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re: Help!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ya well you can't interview A DEAD GUY *jumps out of window*
re: Help!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ooooooooookay then....
I felt like a race horse in a world without racetracks or a champion college footballer suddenly confronted by Wall Street and a business suit, his days of glory shrunk to a little gold cup on his mantel with a date engraved on it like a tombstone.
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yea- i can tell ...*looks at his body afte r he jumped out of the window*
I felt like a race horse in a world without racetracks or a champion college footballer suddenly confronted by Wall Street and a business suit, his days of glory shrunk to a little gold cup on his mantel with a date engraved on it like a tombstone.
re: Help!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
you should register for here- it is better and fun when we have registered people
I felt like a race horse in a world without racetracks or a champion college footballer suddenly confronted by Wall Street and a business suit, his days of glory shrunk to a little gold cup on his mantel with a date engraved on it like a tombstone.