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09-22-2007, 02:36 PM
-agrees-
that would be better yes x3 
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09-22-2007, 02:37 PM
*agrees* Stupid scarf!!
*scratches off piccu* [ ♥<-- Jordan's heart! \(Ò_ó)/ ]
Follow me on TUMBLR "Well if a chick has a problem with the way I conduct myself I'd draw the bitch a map to the nearest exit and stamp "fuck off" on her forehead." - Pot Roast
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09-22-2007, 02:40 PM
Dang. Pervs. Leave Saga alone... >.> He's trying to be sexy without being slutty.
 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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09-22-2007, 02:40 PM
he's still being slutty x3
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09-22-2007, 02:42 PM
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[ ♥<-- Jordan's heart! \(Ò_ó)/ ]
Follow me on TUMBLR "Well if a chick has a problem with the way I conduct myself I'd draw the bitch a map to the nearest exit and stamp "fuck off" on her forehead." - Pot Roast
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09-22-2007, 02:45 PM
Go away! Stop demanding my attention. *sigh*
ANYWAY! Saga can not succeed in doing anything without appearing rather slutty. ^^v [ ♥<-- Jordan's heart! \(Ò_ó)/ ]
Follow me on TUMBLR "Well if a chick has a problem with the way I conduct myself I'd draw the bitch a map to the nearest exit and stamp "fuck off" on her forehead." - Pot Roast
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09-22-2007, 02:52 PM
yep yep
nana's right once again -giggles-
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09-22-2007, 02:53 PM
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*mind's on Saga* Uhh wait.. whaaa? XD [ ♥<-- Jordan's heart! \(Ò_ó)/ ]
Follow me on TUMBLR "Well if a chick has a problem with the way I conduct myself I'd draw the bitch a map to the nearest exit and stamp "fuck off" on her forehead." - Pot Roast
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09-22-2007, 02:54 PM
Pft. He can wear a Barney suit? xD
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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