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Post by lurn2spel on May 8, 2007 15:24:21 GMT -5
No starbright is inable of being random.....
Did you know, moobies were edible?
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Post by Gifted on May 8, 2007 18:18:49 GMT -5
Um, I would be much more interested if I knew what moobies are.
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Post by lurn2spel on May 8, 2007 18:38:57 GMT -5
Man-Boobies.......
DON'T ASK ME THE MOOBIE GOD SAID IT!(OooGummies AKA OooMoobies AKA Moobie Man)
Wich is on multiple boards by one of those names..... You may have seen him before hes the self proclaimed moobie god, and he said they were so I just beleived hiim. O.o
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Post by starbright9 on May 9, 2007 10:43:51 GMT -5
The strange thing is, I am actually quite random in real life. Which is wierd cos seeing as I'm typing I just can't be random!
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Post by stargazer on May 10, 2007 0:47:32 GMT -5
Um, okay... Random Lol!
Actually, I change a lot too. I am more short tempered and rash in life but when I am think and typing, I just can't. and then I am usually more serious,n and surprising, I am not that serious on here.
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Post by Gifted on May 10, 2007 18:42:38 GMT -5
I think Rach that's because you may think it over while you're typing. That happens to me alot. The beginning of my message may be totally different in tone than the end of my message.
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Post by starbright9 on May 11, 2007 12:42:48 GMT -5
Same.
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Post by lurn2spel on May 11, 2007 17:11:48 GMT -5
I like potatoos there my favorite FOOD, there so tasty they get me in a vegatable MOOD, tasty tasty not CRUDE, I love them WOO!
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Post by stargazer on May 12, 2007 15:04:46 GMT -5
I suppose, Hmmmmmmmm.
Nicely done! Really nice poem!
The long long road, Wind up the toads,
Head, but the rings are loaded,
And I scream "what the woad!"
Random enough?
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Post by starbright9 on May 13, 2007 7:32:37 GMT -5
I think so. Talking about random, my friends made up a song about a ginger elf called Sophinda who lived in our music teacher's cupboard and came out in the middle of the night and sang her favourite song.
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Post by Gifted on May 13, 2007 10:50:25 GMT -5
That's...very random. Where the heck did she get that idea?
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Post by stargazer on May 13, 2007 16:07:10 GMT -5
Who? me?
The toilet paper crawled up the toilet seat,
Thus finding the heat,
And then sprinkling water upon some feet,
The feet got mad and meet,
With the hot hot sand beach,
The beach got mad and had to eat,
The meat,
Of the neat,
Furballs' seat,
and So they danced in the weat,
Of the heat,
Of the toilet seat.
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Post by starbright9 on May 14, 2007 10:09:06 GMT -5
Ok....
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Post by lurn2spel on May 14, 2007 17:02:18 GMT -5
When they whent to eat they had to reatreat cause of the feet were in the seat they didn't eat a catastrophic feat so many to meet they had to eat the feet so they ate their meat not as fulfilling some thing tasty though some thing to fill them for the long toilet bowl I made another toilet song to go along with it. aaighia OMFG CHEATRAWRZ lewl k thx i kno lawl dun remind me i cando it lal alojtga OMG noz ohte aitha the eat feet seat 1337 to the beat wheat tastes much like feet NOW DO THE DANCE WITH ME! That poem was © of random stuff inc. kthxbi
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Post by stargazer on May 14, 2007 18:02:01 GMT -5
(starts to dance) Eh, where's the muuuuuusic?
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