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( , Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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Go on. Why?
( , Wed 20 May 2009, 17:07, 30 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

And mess you around, really.
( , Wed 20 May 2009, 17:07, Reply)

you know, mess you around...
that sort of thing.
edit: damn you!
if only I hadn't spelt "that" as "jyasrt" first time round...
( , Wed 20 May 2009, 17:07, Reply)

I wasn't sure whether to point that out or let you figure it out by yourself.
Edit: This is the first time I've been mistaken for a dude on the internet. Not in real life though.
( , Wed 20 May 2009, 17:21, Reply)

That's what I'm blaming it on. Yea.
( , Wed 20 May 2009, 17:27, Reply)

You'd be cooler if you really had Dr Octopus' mechanical arms.
( , Wed 20 May 2009, 17:51, Reply)

I think everyone would, really.
I had it as my facebook picture a while ago, and someone was daft enough to ask where I bought them.
( , Wed 20 May 2009, 17:56, Reply)

Can we not consider my saliva payment seeing as said I'd pay you at that bash.
( , Wed 20 May 2009, 17:19, Reply)

If I've forgotten again when I see you at Bill's remind me and I'll go get some cash. Of course, if you're as drunk as you were for Gary's birthday I may be able to convince you that you owe ME money. Muwahahaha.
( , Wed 20 May 2009, 17:31, Reply)

before I can trade them in for a midget of my very own?
Oooh, and how many to get topless midget custard wrestlers for Tightly's stag do?
( , Wed 20 May 2009, 17:18, Reply)

As prior to that statement he had tenty-six points...
Bye V, enjoy your new home :)
( , Wed 20 May 2009, 17:21, Reply)

I shall "train" V in "wrestling" and provide the "custard", so we just need someone else who has a midget and we're good to go.
( , Wed 20 May 2009, 17:23, Reply)

That's not how eleventy-four works. Eleventy-four is 411 or 4194304. That's more than 36.
( , Wed 20 May 2009, 17:26, Reply)

Stupid numbers... My one true weakness.
I'm sad and tired now, going home.
( , Wed 20 May 2009, 17:27, Reply)

I don't know why I do the things I do, prehaps I'm the monster all my insecuritys dictate I am? Perhaps I just want to see those who I love, and care about, to get hurt, quickly to begin with, rather than prolong the agony for the inveitable demise. Maybe prophetising a demise is dooming it to distruction, maybe I just didn't give us a chance? Could it, possibly be, that it's not my fault, not all the time? Is that just whishfull thinking, because without that I'm destened to walk around the world detached from all of humanity. Maybe I'm not the first, maybe there are many, but as they have severed their ties, their names will be lost in the sands of time. There is comfort one can take in that, that through enternal damnation of myself, I can never quite be alone. Maybe.... maybe, i'm *whisper* ....batman.
( , Wed 20 May 2009, 18:12, Reply)
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