Your posts are so tired. Back off already. |
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"He who is the cause of someone else becoming powerful is the agent of his own destruction" - Ezio Auditore da Firenze (1459 - 1524)
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Your posts are so tired. Back off already. |
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How wonderfully English, Jdea. |
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Hehe, yeah, I'm planning on getting a hair cut soon. |
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"He who is the cause of someone else becoming powerful is the agent of his own destruction" - Ezio Auditore da Firenze (1459 - 1524)
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That doesn't look like a scary castle at all. |
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Lancaster! It's near Preston, the castle name starts with S, I forgot to ask for the name of it. Also, the inside of it is pretty creepy, mostly in my opinion because of the way they treat the tourists and the way that most of the people in there are old people and just strange people in general, and there's people tempted to jump at you and tell you about a load of crap about the place. |
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"He who is the cause of someone else becoming powerful is the agent of his own destruction" - Ezio Auditore da Firenze (1459 - 1524)
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It isn't Lancaster castle, I would have known that. |
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Haha, crap = History for me. |
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"He who is the cause of someone else becoming powerful is the agent of his own destruction" - Ezio Auditore da Firenze (1459 - 1524)
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Lol Kichu, fun pictures. |
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"He who is the cause of someone else becoming powerful is the agent of his own destruction" - Ezio Auditore da Firenze (1459 - 1524)
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Lol - Also, you look dazed in the first picture, still beautiful though. ^_^ |
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"He who is the cause of someone else becoming powerful is the agent of his own destruction" - Ezio Auditore da Firenze (1459 - 1524)
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Damn right they are. |
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Always beautiful, kichu - no matter what weird ass pics of yourself you post |
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Jdeadevil, you look like me when I was younger, Hehe... |
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Bollocks.
Cold Blooded...I'm summoning you in my next LD. Fun will be had. |
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You better write about it. |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
Yikes, I gotta read that right now! |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
CB |
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You guys are too nice to me. I want to be insulted like when you were talking to wasup! |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
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