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Lads, lasses...
Topic Started: Aug 24 2009, 07:40 PM (1,136 Views)
Captain Cassie
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....Manwhore.
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KarKing Jack
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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
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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
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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
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Edit: Shitfire.
Edited by Captain Cassie, Aug 25 2009, 12:46 PM.
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KarKing Jack
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Captain Cassie
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Finish your bio.
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KarKing Jack
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Shit, I forgot about that.

Will do, Captain Cassie :D
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Captain Cassie
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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
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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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