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Post by Gypsybelle on Sept 11, 2006 0:30:45 GMT -5
Hey you dickhead, that hurt! Well, that was the point, wasn't it... LA HA! *summons Edgar Allan Poe* *he writes you a love poem* *Stalker looks at me weird* Me: ........ *I kick Poe, and yell at him* DAMMIT POE! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO KICK THE SHIT OUTTA HIM! *Poe nods* *soon thereafter, Poe kicks the living shit out of Stalker*
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Post by Stalker on Sept 12, 2006 18:29:52 GMT -5
*I give Poe alcohol in exchange for not kicking my ass. He takes up on the offer and runs off with Jack Daniels.* Hahahaha! And now, for a classic maneuver! *Summons the Kool-Aid Man, who bursts through a wall wearing camo pants, combat boots, a band around his head, machine gun and grenade belts, and firing a pair of P90 submachine guns yelling "Oh Yeaaaaaah!"*
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Post by Gypsybelle on Sept 13, 2006 20:56:56 GMT -5
You and your stupid, gayass KoolAid man.
*bitch slaps him and dumps him over* Yea bitch! WHAT NOW EH? WHAT NAAAAAW?
*laughs like a crazy black woman who finally got her welfare check in the mail from her British ex-lover, who wasn't ACTUALLY her ex, but someone she slept with when they were drunk*
Now...you shall face my bloody socks! ...........uhm...yea...that came out wrong, didn't it?
*throws a sock at Stalker*
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Post by Stalker on Sept 21, 2006 20:40:13 GMT -5
*throws a mitten*
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Post by Gypsybelle on Oct 19, 2006 20:42:23 GMT -5
What the fuck...
*bitch slaps him in the face with butter*
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Post by Stalker on Oct 20, 2006 20:13:50 GMT -5
I'm offended! *bitchslaps with margarine*
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