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Fri Jul 22, 2005 12:42 pm
Lollipop says...



I'm 14, 15 in June next year! :D :D :D
Way hay!!!!
  





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Sat Jul 30, 2005 11:37 pm
Rincewind says...



19. Making me the resident old fogey.
~The bandit’s body slumped to the ground, knees hitting first,followed by the rest.His dead weight pushed dust into the air in a swirling cloud.The blood flowed from his head,splicing like river canals,delaying slightly on pebbles before flowing on through the street.~
  





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Sun Jul 31, 2005 12:19 am
Duskglimmer says...



Oooo... we have a resident old fogey?!
The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief. ~William Shakespeare, Othello
Boo. SPEW is watching.
  





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Sun Jul 31, 2005 12:22 am
Ego says...



*cough* Carmina's 27.
Got YWS? I do.

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Lumi: He's the sweetest angel this side of hades.
  





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Sun Jul 31, 2005 12:30 am
QiGuaiGongFu says...



and Im 20.
For centuries, theologians have been explaining the unknowable in terms of the-not-worth-knowing.
- HL Mencken
Lie together like butt.
Presenting the GFuture, soon to be the Gnow, reality presented by Google.
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Sun Jul 31, 2005 12:45 am
bard_of_life says...



I am 13 going on 14, baby, I'm on the brink.... Better be wareful, canny and careful.... *wanders off, still humming tune*
WHERE THE HELL IS MY MUSE???
  





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Sun Jul 31, 2005 1:14 am
Rincewind says...



Aye, I'm just a little whippersnapper meself.
~The bandit’s body slumped to the ground, knees hitting first,followed by the rest.His dead weight pushed dust into the air in a swirling cloud.The blood flowed from his head,splicing like river canals,delaying slightly on pebbles before flowing on through the street.~
  








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