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Unregistered Posted 9/27/2014 11:43 pm
They banned 1000's of people, at oen point they were perma banning 200 people a day. Registered Posted 9/28/2014 12:01 am
:lol:
Unregistered Posted 9/28/2014 12:06 am
Smells like BUTTHURT IN HERE. :lol:
Unregistered Posted 9/28/2014 12:10 am
YET YOU ARE HERE!!!! :mittens: Registered Posted 9/28/2014 12:11 am
:lol:
He's going to run back and start a tattletale thread like a little girl. Unregistered Posted 9/28/2014 12:11 am
Butthurt is fun to watch. Registered Posted 9/28/2014 12:12 am
No one in this thread is angry except you. :lol: Unregistered Posted 9/28/2014 12:16 am
Yeah, I'm one of them I was there from the beginning, bouncing between here and there. Unregistered Posted 9/28/2014 12:53 am
Why would I be angry, poufter? :lol: Unregistered Posted 9/28/2014 12:54 am
You're still here?!?! :mittens: Registered Posted 9/28/2014 12:56 am
:lol:
Unregistered Posted 9/28/2014 1:16 am
This board is dead unless Der Dwarfenfuhrer is posting.
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Posted 9/28/2014 1:18 am
100 of them were me. Unregistered Posted 9/28/2014 1:20 am
Because CP. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Posted 9/28/2014 1:23 am
:kermit: ![]() Unregistered Posted 9/28/2014 1:25 am
Sitting on the park bench -- eyeing little girls with bad intent. Snot is running down his nose -- greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes. Aqualung Drying in the cold sun -- Watching as the frilly panties run. Aqualung Feeling like a dead duck -- spitting out pieces of his broken luck. Whoa, aqualung Sun streaking cold -- an old man wandering lonely. Taking time the only way he knows. Leg hurting bad, as he bends to pick a dog-end -- he goes down to the bog and warms his feet. Feeling alone -- the army's up the road salvation a la mode and a cup of tea. Aqualung my friend -- don't you start away uneasy you poor old sod, you see, it's only me. Do you still remember The December's foggy freeze -- when the ice that clings on to your beard was screaming agony. And you snatch your rattling last breaths with deep-sea-diver sounds, and the flowers bloom like madness in the spring. Unregistered Posted 9/28/2014 1:32 am
Then Akins finds his true love.
Who would be a poor man, a beggarman, a thief -- if he had a rich man in his hand. And who would steal the candy from a laughing baby's mouth if he could take it from the money man. Cross-eyed Mary goes jumping in again. She signs no contract but she always plays the game. Dines in Hampstead village on expense accounted gruel, and the jack-knife barber drops her off at school. Laughing in the playground -- gets no kicks from little boys: would rather make it with a letching grey. Or maybe her attention is drawn by Aqualung, who watches through the railings as they play. Cross-eyed Mary finds it hard to get along. She's a poor man's rich girl and she'll do it for a song. She's a rich man stealer but her favour's good and strong: She's the Robin Hood of Highgate -- helps the poor man get along. Unregistered Posted 1/26/2016 8:07 pm
:lmao:
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