Ahahaha
This is going to END! YOUR! LIFE!
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BrassMonkey PRUNES ARE PLUMS! WAKE UP SHEEPLE!,
Wed 3 Mar 2010, 13:12,
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Just make sure the middle of your chocolate fondant
is runny and he'll not only let you live but want to marry you too.
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BrassMonkey PRUNES ARE PLUMS! WAKE UP SHEEPLE!,
Wed 3 Mar 2010, 13:21,
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This
multiplied by The X Factor.
FFS. "But I'm not trained in, and not capable of applying myself to anything else at all because I'm a lazy work-shy fecker *sob*"
And yes - for those of you wondering, dossing about on B3ta IS part of my job.
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Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob,
Wed 3 Mar 2010, 13:27,
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