Heckler X, why is it that you keep threatening to go away, and then you come back? Now, I'm not saying you should go away - but stick to your word man. No one likes idle threats. (Biochick1)
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If I don't get this entry up I am going to personally find each and every HO and pin their arms before their back until they say, "Ribbit!" (Biochick1)
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Now, that was an idle threat. You didn't like it did you? (Biochick1)
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See. (Biochick1)
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Wanna heare something funny? When I saw "Biochick2" I was a little frightened. Who is this identity taker? I then went to make up a new screen name and took "Biochick." (You see, when I first started on AOL, back in the 70s, I was a little naive. I thought that your screen name HAD to be eight letters long -- hence Biochick1. I was so young, so naive, but I digress). Anyway, "Biochick" had NEVER been taken. So, Biochick2, just imagine, you could have taken "Biochick" and then people might actually think you were the original. But because of your lack of thinking your evil scheme through, you are destined to remain a "2". So sad. So very sad. And, FYI - I have not played the Three Line Novel game, I have been the subject of a very disturbed little biography. So get the facts straight, missy. (Biochick1)
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SewerDude - the sHOw me game is the best game goin'. Long live HO Truman! (Biochick1)
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I think Heckler X is wrong. I don't just read these responses to see my name. I actually am amused by what other's write MagicClams is a funny guy, and I enjoy reading the products of his warped, bourbon-saturated brain. I think of this game as a give and a take. I read, write, laugh and yes, sometimes even cry. Just because you are a selfish egomaniac who doesn't read anyone else's stuff doesn't mean we all are. (Biochick1)
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When I say "selfish egomania" you know I mean that in the very best way, with all the love in my little heart. (Biochick1)
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Hey WLW -- where the heck are you? I miss my Larry the Liver stories. I enjoy the pancreas and all its juices (mmmmm juices). My name is, after all, *Bio*chick. And that doesn't mean bionic, baby! (Biochick1)
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Sometimes, a guy will tell you he likes you when he really doesn't just to get you to sleep with him. Go ahead and sleep with him. You don't like him either. (Biochick1)
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Has anyone ever noticed that some deodorants have directions on them. 1) Lift cap 2) Apply under arms. LIFT CAP?! What kind of idiot needs to be told that? The same kind that needs to be told on their Halloween costume that "Wearing this supeman cape does not allow the wearer to fly." People scare me. (Biochick1)
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Ourself, you have taught me a lot about myself and my beliefs. As I was reading your posts, I imagined you as a guy. And then you spoke of your boyfriend, and I realized you were a gal (unless, of course, you are gay, which if you are I think you should use the slogan 'We're gay. Yah. Yah.'). I realized that I have preconceived notions of what a "man" is and what a "woman" is. And they are based upon nothing, truly nothing! For are we not all "ourself." And with her screen name, Ourself, points that out, deeply yet calmy. Kudos to Ourself, kudos! (Biochick1)
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BabyLamms and Tocadisco -- choosers of topics for three line novels. Two weeks in a row, members of our own little family have been chosen! Let's put our hands together for them! Congratulations, guys! (Biochick1)
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Now wait just one second. SewerDude has too many letters, too. What is up with that, armpit boy? (Biochick1)
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Wallaby16 - So nice to have you back. Something was missing all summer, I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but it was you (not that I would want to put my finger on you, sheesh). Wallaby16, also is the artistic genius, PeAcEout. Check out her drawings in the RG archives. (Biochick1)
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If a bunch of Poles made a spotted dress while dancing, would it be polka dotted? (Biochick1)
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I am sad to have to be serious for a moment.
My mother, who is the ruler of my small world, is cancelling AOL. I'm sorry to some, you're welcome to others. Either way, I'll miss you all. It was fun. I'll always love you guys. Goodbye, forever. Michael Scott Hunter. (WLW Troub)
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PS: I was Biochick2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! To have the last laugh is so sweet. (WLW Troub)
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I just wantedto say that I waslying when I said I laughed at Frecklejuice cause I thought he was funny. I actually laughed at him cause I pity the poor fool. -Gone for way too long, Heckler X (HECKLER X)
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O.K. I under stand. (Tres Dre)
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Is it just me, or are all the games slowly disappearing? OH NOOOOOOOOO! (JaneDoe68)
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Hi, I'm back. And (sorry Biochick1) I read the latest posts. I am appalled at this blantant attempt at coolness that is just not working for Biochick2. (Kheetah)
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MagicClams reminds me of the Energizer bunny. He just keeps going and going and going and going and going.... (Kheetah)
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...and going, and going, and going, and going, and going. I think that's enough. (Kheetah)
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We all know that if MagicClams were to disappear for a week, we would all get withdrawls, really bad ones. (Kheetah)
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"People don't live or die, people just float." Joan Osbourne wrote that. It is so true. Unless happen to be sober. (Kheetah)
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Biochick is the coolest around. She could diss me to Hell and Back, and I would still think she was cool. (Kheetah)
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Someone sold me their life, but when I realized how pathetic is was compared to mine, I gave it back. (Kheetah)
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I have been writing fiction stories lately, and I finally realized why writers go insane. All that solitude and silence, IT SUCKS!!!! (Kheetah)
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It is a bad idea to put bacon all over your face saying, " I'm pork boy, the breakfast monkey!!!" (LeonardABC)
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Win one for the Gipper Charlie (LeonardABC)
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When the world hands you lemons, make lemonade. When the world hands you nasty spotty things, make frecklejuice. (LeonardABC)
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If only Biochick 1 was as funny as Biochick2, dang, this game would be a lot funnier. (LeonardABC)
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Remember grasshopper, the secret password is...The zebra walks over the bananas at midnight...keep this secretive (LeonardABC)
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Remember, we never had this conversation. (LeonardABC)
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Shucks Dan, where DID you put my pants? (LeonardABC)
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You know, I was talking to my good friend Magic Clams the other day, and I released the fact that I weigh 285 pounds. Well, he then proceeded to ask me how far I could waddle before getting tired. I proceeded to tell him that now that I've gotten rid of those pesky 300 pounds, I'm quite mobile.... (LeonardABC)
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One day, I was driving along and a rather short, fat man flagged me down. I stopped and he told me to take him to the nearest hospital because he was having chest pains. So, being the good samaritan that I am, I took him. As we stopped at the hospital, he proceeded to rob me of all my money and jewelry. Before I could say anything, he hopped out, said "thanks for the ride" and walked into the hospital. That was a weird day. (LeonardABC)
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I am only 15, but I have a son who is 19, weird, huh? (LeonardABC)
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GERBILS (Laurenne14)
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Oh, I'm sorry, did I say that out loud? (Laurenne14)
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I found it, I found my Lysol! (Laurenne14)
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I wanna be a princess (Laurenne14)
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but free time will do (Laurenne14)
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Forbearer dally wally didddle doodynatural monkey is terry clothing store scrumptious Monkeys rule drinks and inhibitions silly, sill, happy waddle waddle, psycho psycho psycho. MEOW!!!!!!!!!!! (Laurenne14)
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The definition of a big loser: someone who believes that the (Sex:Yes, please) joke is still funny. (JaneDoe68)
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Genius of the year award goes to the group Korn for their inspirational quote, "I can see I'm going blind". (JaneDoe68)
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Have you ever noticed that when you are on a diet or hungry that there are a lot more food commercials? (JaneDoe68)
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Touch my tooter smoocher. (JaneDoe68)
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I think Mr. Rogers is a child molester. I mean, just listen to his voice! "Howdy neighbor...." I'd hate to be his neighbor. (JaneDoe68)
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Random game: friend or foe? (JaneDoe68)
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peeling, petting, petty, potty, potting, potter putter, putty, puppy, pappy, pap smear. (JaneDoe68)
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Its not funny, said the court jester. (JaneDoe68)
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Hello there...'tis I, Ontarchick...long-lost evil twin of Biochick! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! (Ontarchick)
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No wait...I changed my mind...I'm her long lost evil cousin!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! (Ontarchick)
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WANTED: Idiot who doesn't know anything for friendship and possible romance. Sense of humor is a must. (Ontarchick)
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Wait...that doesn't make any sense...if he had a sense of humor, he would be able to crack jokes. Or at least understand them. And although that isn't much. it's still something. I just KNEW the perfect man didn't exist. And know I have logically proven it!!!! (Ontarchick)
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Wow...the mental power required to come to such a conclusion must be really big. I'm feeling rather good about myself now. (Ontarchick)
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I wonder if the mental power to logically come to the conclusion that the perfect man does not exist is anywhere near the aforementioned mental power needed to make up new words... (Ontarchick)
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If I was in a rock band, I'd name it Toenail. (Chrsb)
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But I'm not in a band, so why bother? (Chrsb)
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I still love "Toenail", though. (Chrsb)
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Toca's back, and better than ever. Just wanted to say hi to anyone who missed me. I've got the second chapter of FRENCH BREAD with me and would like to announce how much I love the Magnificent Seven. (Tocadisco)
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Tocadisco's Lucky Numbers:
13 46 6.7 88 22 (Tocadisco)
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This post is for anybody who can read binary:
11 0011001 01010 100101 01010 101 01 101010101 01 011110101 101 10 1010 01 10 0101 01 101 01 011 1010 10 01 101 10 01001 101 101 01 1010101 101 0101 1001 1100 01 101 101 1001 1010 101 10 110 101 1101 011 01 10 101 1100 1 1010101010 01011010 01 10 01 101 10 101 1010 010101 10100011010 101 01010 0110101010101 01 10000000 01111111111 01 101 101 01 1011010011001 101011010 101 1001 1 01010 10 1001 1010 101 01 1010 101 110101010 10101 1001 01 101 01 101 101 01 01 0101 01 1010 101 01 101 101 .
It's pretty damn funny but I don't have the time to translate it now. (Tocadisco)
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FRENCH BREAD: THE ONGOING NOVEL OF SEX, GREED, DRUGS, AND THE MACARENA
CHAPTER 1: THE MILK MAN AND THE PANDA appeared in the Random Game posting entitled.
The Story So Far:
Giancarlo (pronounced Shon Car Low), the deranged milk man from France decided to quit his job and travel across the world. His first stop was to retrieve his companion Panda, who was being held captive by the clutches of the evil zookeeper. With devine wit, Giancarlo hid Panda in his pants and escaped. Now for:
CHAPTER 2: PANDA GETS A HAIRCUT
"Panda bear, Panda bear," Giancarlo cried into his pants. "Come out, you crazy bear. We are here!"
Panda jumped out of Giancarlo's pants and made a loud noise aloud. They both looked up at the great sign before them - Ze Barber Shoppe. Panda bear, who was growing an afro was ecstatic. Now was his chance to get the latest do, he could finally be a hip Panda for once in his life. They walked into the door.
As they entered the shop, which was dark as night and smelled like dead cat hair, a scissor flew across Giancarlo's head and landed on the door. "I told you never to come back here, you bastard!," said the extremely masculine voice.
"I ..uhh," started Giancarlo very convincingly. "I wouldn't come back but you see, zis panda iz hairy and he needz yor help."
The shadowy figure from which the masculine voice eminated from moved forward and it turned out to be not a man but...Giancarlo's strange and estranged wife. "I like what you did to your moustache honey," Giancarlo began.
"Quit the small talk you cheap milk man," the strange and estranged wife began, whose name was Estelle. "I could have married someone like ehh, Danny Devito. But you, you are wothless scum. My piss has more value than you." That comment was not entirely false, little did Estelle know, her bottled water which she drank last night contained a secret mineral that was captured by a French spy. The spy put the bottle of secret mineral water down for a few moments and during that time Estelle picked it up. She could never refuse free water. So now that spy is dead and Estelle's urine is being heavily sought after by the French government. But since she has no knowledge of this, her comment was purely coincidental.
"I'll cut his hair, but not one word from you," Estelle continued. Estelle made the mistake of thinking Panda was a female, so she gave him the Jennifer Aniston do, which she heard was pretty popular in the States. "I'm done, now leave you little piece crap. Get out." She picked up Giancarlo by his shirt and threw him out on to the streets.
Giancarlo looked down to his little Panda friend with the Jennifer Aniston haircut and thought how wonderful it would be if the little fella could talk. Little did he know, Panda could talk, in fact he did at that same moment.
Panda stepped up and spoke words which Giancarlo would never forget, "What a bitch!"
TO BE CONTINUED SOON IN CHAPTER THREE: THE LONG AND GOLDEN ROAD TO EURODISNEY
(Tocadisco)
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FRENCH BREAD: THE ONGOING NOVEL OF SEX, GREED, DRUGS, AND THE MACARENA
CHAPTER 1: THE MILK MAN AND THE PANDA appeared in the Random Game posting entitled.
The Story So Far:
Giancarlo (pronounced Shon Car Low), the deranged milk man from France decided to quit his job and travel across the world. His first stop was to retrieve his companion Panda, who was being held captive by the clutches of the evil zookeeper. With devine wit, Giancarlo hid Panda in his pants and escaped. Now for:
CHAPTER 2: PANDA GETS A HAIRCUT
"Panda bear, Panda bear," Giancarlo cried into his pants. "Come out, you crazy bear. We are here!"
Panda jumped out of Giancarlo's pants and made a loud noise aloud. They both looked up at the great sign before them - Ze Barber Shoppe. Panda bear, who was growing an afro was ecstatic. Now was his chance to get the latest do, he could finally be a hip Panda for once in his life. They walked into the door.
As they entered the shop, which was dark as night and smelled like dead cat hair, a scissor flew across Giancarlo's head and landed on the door. "I told you never to come back here, you bastard!," said the extremely masculine voice.
"I ..uhh," started Giancarlo very convincingly. "I wouldn't come back but you see, zis panda iz hairy and he needz yor help."
The shadowy figure from which the masculine voice eminated from moved forward and it turned out to be not a man but...Giancarlo's strange and estranged wife. "I like what you did to your moustache honey," Giancarlo began.
"Quit the small talk you cheap milk man," the strange and estranged wife began, whose name was Estelle. "I could have married someone like ehh, Danny Devito. But you, you are wothless scum. My piss has more value than you." That comment was not entirely false, little did Estelle know, her bottled water which she drank last night contained a secret mineral that was captured by a French spy. The spy put the bottle of secret mineral water down for a few moments and during that time Estelle picked it up. She could never refuse free water. So now that spy is dead and Estelle's urine is being heavily sought after by the French government. But since she has no knowledge of this, her comment was purely coincidental.
"I'll cut his hair, but not one word from you," Estelle continued. Estelle made the mistake of thinking Panda was a female, so she gave him the Jennifer Aniston do, which she heard was pretty popular in the States. "I'm done, now leave you little piece crap. Get out." She picked up Giancarlo by his shirt and threw him out on to the streets.
Giancarlo looked down to his little Panda friend with the Jennifer Aniston haircut and thought how wonderful it would be if the little fella could talk. Little did he know, Panda could talk, in fact he did at that same moment.
Panda stepped up and spoke words which Giancarlo would never forget, "What a bitch!"
TO BE CONTINUED SOON IN CHAPTER THREE: THE LONG AND GOLDEN ROAD TO EURODISNEY
(Tocadisco)
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You hecklers better publish all my entries or I'll boycott again. I'll also come to all your houses and steal all your food. You've been warned. (LeonardABC)
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My dog Callie, she's the BOMB!!! (LeonardABC)
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Whoever thought of naming a stuffed California Raisin leonard, and then having Leonard as their screen name? ME THAT'S WHO!!!!!!!!! (LeonardABC)
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Dang, what are all those dancing pickles doing on my floor and why do they refer to themselves as "Steve"? (LeonardABC)
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Walking is like running, but slower. (LeonardABC)
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You know, we're all naked underneath our clothes. Think about it. Look at any given person and you could say"Dang, if he weren't wearing clothes I would be seeing him naked." But just don't walk up to that person and say"You know, I could see you naked if I wanted to." and then tear off all their clothes. believe me, no one really appreciates that. (LeonardABC)
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Your epidermis is showing. Haha. (LeonardABC)
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WHY DO PEOPLE ONLINE REFER TO USING CAPS AS "YELLING"? WHEN I WRITE IN CAPS PEOPLE ALWAYS SAY "STOP YELLING!" HOW DO THEY KNOW I'M YELLING, MAYBE I'M JUST WHISPERING WITH BIG LETTERS. (LeonardABC)
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Roger,Randomly Rubbing Rubber Rodents Rudely. Really? (LeonardABC)
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An example of alliteration...Leonard Loves Lightly Licking Lemon Lollipops Lovingly. Lalala. (LeonardABC)
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While we are on the subject of analyzing names of candy bars(even though it was a while ago) here's my input....why Almond Joy? Do they give me joy? Why Snickers? A snicker is a mean laugh, do they want people laughing rudely at their candy bar? Why Butterfinger? It is neither butter nor a finger(God forbid) Why Zero? Zero what? Dang, these candy bars boggle my mind! (LeonardABC)
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Oh, why Three Musketeers? That is the most unexplainable, in my humble opinion? There are no brave crimefighters in that dang bar. (LeonardABC)
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Never has there been a story of more woe than the story of Juliet and....ME!!! LEONARD!!!!! (LeonardABC)
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Something (HB1011)
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Oh no, cried Bob as the ant slowly crushed the life out of him... (ArrowsDeja)
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No, those weren't the edible tampons... (ArrowsDeja)
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what are you talking about (LSTUSSER)
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"guess what I could have been random-ly entered here." (BornTowrit)