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 Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 7:52 pm
 Hmmmm...I wonder what that is for...
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Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 7:57 pm
Aurora Sing Yeah and don't forget that there are "secret" surprise spots that give you gold and stuff too!!
>.> yes, I know, that was very greedy of me... crying
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 12:10 pm
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taliban#Opium_trade
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 7:05 pm
Aurora Sing Hmmmm...I wonder what that is for... I wanna know I wanna know I wanna know.......
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 7:14 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 2:00 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 6:40 pm
*knows what it is, but won't say*
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 4:52 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 7:20 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 8:25 pm
xxBRIMSTONExx Aurora Sing Hmmmm...I wonder what that is for... I wanna know I wanna know I wanna know....... What's it worth to you? blaugh
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 9:54 pm
HAHAHAHAHA too late I already know now.....
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Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 11:25 pm
"My life?" She laughed bitterly. "I was a writer. No, scratch that. I lived in the thought of being a writer. I read books and poetry and short stories by those who truly did live the aimless life I wished to live, and tried to imitate their words with stories of my own. That's what set their writing apart from mine. I wrote about fictional nights spent drinking and doing reckless things. Things that made my characters feel that spark of life. I spoke of love and unconditional friendship, though I myself have never experienced love, and I can't hold a friendship together to save someone's life. I wrote of the pain of death, and how the thought of actually dying did not particularly bother my characters because they were brave, and the only thing they were scared of was the ever ticking clock. Unlike me. But my writing, no matter how many fancy words and poetically placed sentences that I used, could not compare to that of those who had actually felt those things. Those who had worn their hearts on their sleeves and felt the chilling shock of a true first, second, hundreth kiss. Those who opened themselves to life and all it had to offer. Those who searched for adventure in the city which we avidly spoke of instead of waiting for it to come to them. That, right there, had made their writing as raw and unpredictable and...real, as their own lives had been. I was just a fake."
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 2:02 pm
Bumping is not really alot of fun.
Well i guess that would really depend on what you bump.
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 10:34 am
A-la, la la, la...la, la, la, le, lu, jahA-la, la, la, la...la, la, le, lu, jahA-la, la, la, la..la, la, la, le, lu, jahA-la, la, la, la...la, la, la...le, lu, jah
Bump a neighbor's butt, bump a butt next to ya, Bump a neighbor's butt, A-la, le, lu, jah
Bump a neighbor's butt, bump a butt next to ya, Bump a neighbor's butt..a-la, le, lu, jah
Tweek a friends cheek tweek a cheek next to ya...
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 12:04 pm
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