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sicklucker
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marvellosity
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liancourt
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marvellosity
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if he's not on this minute, could we get a flip please? | ||
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Artanis[Xp]
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On January 17 2015 11:08 liancourt wrote: I'm actually waiting for Slam to do the flip. He said he'd be on today. Please have patience. Thank you. [http://i.imgur.com/vRVG5Ek.gif | ||
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marvellosity
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Artanis[Xp]
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On January 17 2015 11:08 liancourt wrote: I'm actually waiting for Slam to do the flip. He said he'd be on today. Please have patience. Thank you. ![[image loading]](http://i.imgur.com/vRVG5Ek.gif) * | ||
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Artanis[Xp]
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liancourt
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Mafia wins. Slam will post the glorious endgame post hopefully later on. | ||
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DarthPunk
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http://www.quicktopic.com/51/H/gQVimfnezffMy Scum qt: http://www.quicktopic.com/51/H/z2dREPaWnvzKG | ||
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Artanis[Xp]
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Eyes closed, arms open, godly, peaceful, strong Why doesn't everyone raise their arms to the grateful sky and soak in the golden bath of golden sun, to feel for once in their lives golden Why do I seem alone in my gentle facial curve while they seem bland and gray, straight lined lips across their face, a line of soldiers, unforgiving and unbreakable. Why do I only feel joy? Thoughts shoot through me like tommy gun bullets through the streets of old Chicago, covered in hot blood, hot money, and hot nights. Drugs in my veins, matches in my pockets, all eyes on me and my mafia heart raising a pistol to my brain and conquering its control. | ||
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