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Haha, nice.
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My story is im gay
I deserve a key because im gay im gay | |
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Two word reply made just to bump my post count artificially.
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" Post pointing out that that is more than two words. |
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pointing out that I agreee with the poster above me, I also want to artificially inflate my posting average.
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I accidentally double posted. crap
Last edited by Exilefan2700 on Oct 3, 2011, 1:11:40 AM
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" From the sound of it, everything went as planned. | |
" It seems to appear that way... doesn't it. I was raised a by an abusive drunk ass hole, and a crack whore of a mother. When I was 5 my dad tied me up to the neighbors dog (he killed ours with a 12 gauge) and let it drag me 12 miles out into the woods. Unfortunately, during this little masquerade I was abducted by the city child molester. He chained me in his basement and forced me to do naughty things with the other imprisoned boys. He would make me wear a dress and dance around for the other boys on camera. Eventually, the police found him out and I was taken to child services to be taken care of. I found my way into an orphanage for abused and mistreated children and was placed in the "sexually dysfunctional" section of the orphanage. When I went into highschool, I fell in love with the school janitor. His name was Bob. Bob was a very loving elderly man around the age of 65. Bob had no pension or retirement plan so Bob was pretty much screwed. When I turned 18, Bob and I ran away to Mexico. During this point in my life, Bob and I spent a wonderful year together, but Bob picked up a filthy habit of fucking the local mexicans and snorting cocaine. Evidently, at Bob's old age, he died of a heart attack 72 years of age. I can't say it was natural though, because he was blowing up cocaine like the fucking fourth of July, every god damn night. I didn't bury Bob as he requested, instead, I had his head mounted and his body stuffed. When I am lonely, I just take Bob up out of the basement and bring him up to my bed to have snugly time. I deserve to play Beta because I am a really cooperative player and I just love video games! |
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