Coming on b3ta with your la di da talent making up look crap!:O
Woo
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Fri 6 Feb 2009, 16:34,
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Woo
It usually happens when I am supposed to be working
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Fri 6 Feb 2009, 16:35,
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youz noo but you were born a b3tard:P
It's bashes next and then ther's no going back!
obligatory spam
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Fri 6 Feb 2009, 16:39,
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It's bashes next and then ther's no going back!
obligatory spam
A little meet up in Manchester..
everyone else there was from over the border...
they were...
from the talk board.
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Fri 6 Feb 2009, 16:51,
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everyone else there was from over the border...
they were...
from the talk board.
I'm so so sorry!
I too have been to a bash that was mostly talkboarder!
It was like meeting the kindergarteners from Recess.
No one should have to go through that.
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Fri 6 Feb 2009, 16:56,
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I too have been to a bash that was mostly talkboarder!
It was like meeting the kindergarteners from Recess.
No one should have to go through that.
This one's just rubbish*.
Isn't rubbish, but rather - extremely woo
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Fri 6 Feb 2009, 16:34,
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Isn't rubbish, but rather - extremely woo
I have been rushing them all day, I need to actually take some time over things one day.
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Fri 6 Feb 2009, 16:36,
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(And the knight is probably saying the same).
Curiously haunting / poignant / bittersweet expression in his eyes though. God, think of all the people who've really loved, through the ages. Just history to us, but seeing a picture like this makes me think that all the silly Camelot-type knight-and-damsel fluffy images might be a pathetic pastiche of what the blokes and lasses actually felt for each other. Off to the crusades and stuff. Crippled in the tournament. Who knows...
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Fri 6 Feb 2009, 16:45,
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Curiously haunting / poignant / bittersweet expression in his eyes though. God, think of all the people who've really loved, through the ages. Just history to us, but seeing a picture like this makes me think that all the silly Camelot-type knight-and-damsel fluffy images might be a pathetic pastiche of what the blokes and lasses actually felt for each other. Off to the crusades and stuff. Crippled in the tournament. Who knows...