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| Captain Cassie | Aug 25 2009, 03:16 AM Post #11 |
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....Manwhore. |
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| KarKing Jack | Aug 25 2009, 03:17 AM Post #12 |
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Lol, yeah, you mentioned. Your not a whore, Cassie, I was kidding. EDIT: LOL! Edited by KarKing Jack, Aug 25 2009, 03:17 AM.
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| Captain Cassie | Aug 25 2009, 03:17 AM Post #13 |
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I don't think your kidding after the stories I've told you. And I'm ok with that. |
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| KarKing Jack | Aug 25 2009, 03:30 AM Post #14 |
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LOL! They're not whoreish. Theres whoreish and theres, uh... Correct. Youve good reasons, like, haha. |
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| Captain Cassie | Aug 25 2009, 03:57 AM Post #15 |
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Edit: Shitfire.
Edited by Captain Cassie, Aug 25 2009, 12:46 PM.
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| KarKing Jack | Aug 25 2009, 12:45 PM Post #16 |
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You have no posts. |
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| Captain Cassie | Aug 25 2009, 12:46 PM Post #17 |
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Finish your bio. |
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| KarKing Jack | Aug 25 2009, 12:50 PM Post #18 |
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Shit, I forgot about that. Will do, Captain Cassie
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| Captain Cassie | Aug 25 2009, 12:51 PM Post #19 |
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10-4, over and out. ;D I'll finish mine after school, I think. Edit: Score. Edited by Captain Cassie, Aug 25 2009, 12:55 PM.
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| KarKing Jack | Aug 25 2009, 12:55 PM Post #20 |
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You havent finished yours? And your lecturing me on mine? I did start mine, like, a week earlier, though, LOL. Hang on, your still at school...? EDIT: Check out this poem I found, I forgot when I wrote it: Twelve gold coins dropped upon a lacey quarter of maroon velvet – Each piece sparkled with enlightened senses of mirth and danger. The velvet closed around its new content, and upon it was paper set – And a length of string so fine and light, the breath of a cat could not shake it. A mans boney hand, old, scarred and tarnished, reached forth towards the pouch – And lifted it to eye level, where the coins he counted as if he could see them openly. And he glared against the shaded wall where a drunk-smelling man did slouch – With a heaving breath he rose up and shook his fist into the sky, Screaming with passion the saints could never feel – And artists could capture with no quill nor brush; “I’ll do it! By God, I have no reason not to do as ye’ say!’ Edited by KarKing Jack, Aug 25 2009, 01:30 PM.
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