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06-12-2009, 07:44 PM
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 I could never be happier. I found my missing piece and i know he wont leave me. song by simple plan. +{Member of the Crusnik Clan--Crusnik 04}+ +{Codename: Abel}+ I'm sorry for acting like this... 
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06-12-2009, 10:55 PM
Vampiregirl, cool sig picture. :]
Oh. I was dared by my girlfriend to eat a spoonful of toaster strudel icing, pickle relish, and cayenne pepper. Needless to say, it was horrible. X_X The color of the sala flower reveals the truth that is... To flourish is to fall. The proud do not endure.
Heaven or Hell, Let's Rock! Like a passing dream on a night in Spring. The mighty fall at last, to be no more than dust before the wind.
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06-12-2009, 11:31 PM
I dunno... I could actually see that as a delicacy. :P
Freaking sweet+sour+spicy=instantaneous vomit. The color of the sala flower reveals the truth that is... To flourish is to fall. The proud do not endure.
Heaven or Hell, Let's Rock! Like a passing dream on a night in Spring. The mighty fall at last, to be no more than dust before the wind.
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06-12-2009, 11:53 PM
I have strange eating habbits;
actually...everythign I do is strange .-. I eat rice with plum sauce...its so good x3 I put ceyanne pepper in my tea. i like cellary with nutella and peanut butter :3 xD yes...Mmm food. -fat man pose-
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06-13-2009, 12:27 AM
Actually, I like my chocolate spicy... So... *shrugs*
The color of the sala flower reveals the truth that is... To flourish is to fall. The proud do not endure.
Heaven or Hell, Let's Rock! Like a passing dream on a night in Spring. The mighty fall at last, to be no more than dust before the wind.
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06-13-2009, 12:31 AM
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once we played a game where we had to eat cheetos with chocolate syruplol
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06-13-2009, 12:50 AM
The first sounds yummy. But, I refuse to mix my chocolate with cheetos.
The color of the sala flower reveals the truth that is... To flourish is to fall. The proud do not endure.
Heaven or Hell, Let's Rock! Like a passing dream on a night in Spring. The mighty fall at last, to be no more than dust before the wind.
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