Lord Baelish
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(2/10/04 5:25 am)
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Happy birthday, Os!!!
I'll let you win the sandcastle-building competition as a present.
LB the Zany
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Per-fec-tion: -noun- an exemplification of supreme excellence b : an unsurpassable degree of accuracy or excellence (see also: Lord Baelish)
And God said unto John, "Come forth and receive eternal life". But John came fifth and got a toaster. |
Immaterial
Is it hot in here?
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(2/10/04 6:17 am)
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Now the thread makes more sense! :: pretends the thread makes more sense::
Happy birthday Os (I used the thought bubbles as a present )
"Heaven forbid I be criticized. Heaven forbid I be ignored." ~ A.M.
We are the paragon of humanity. You may worship us. from afar.
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Ghost of Nymeria
Ruthless. And Motherly.
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(2/10/04 7:49 am)
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::wishes Ossie a happy birthday while giving off a pearly white light::
What was a family, is now a shell. We're raising kids now, who raise themselves.
Am I the key of fiction and heartache? and the pain is of no consequence. When I am hell bent, my walls are closing in. |
OsRavan
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(2/10/04 9:39 am)
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::Waves in slow motion;: thaaannnnkkk yoooouuu
"These Songs will not be to everyone's taste, for there is little variation among them, all of them containing the same words, such as: hero, knight, horseman, galley slave, serpent, dragon, wolf, lion, eagle, falcon's nest and sword, sabres, lances, necklets, medallions, decrees, heads chopped off, slaves carried away, etc. May those who find them pleasing sing them; may those who do not, go off to sleep."
"KAH! KAH KAH!" Why do these crows keep calling my name? Thought KAH.
"You of course are free to disagree with me on this from now til forever. Its your choice to make, but it also makes you wrong. -SOTM" |
Ghost of Nymeria
Ruthless. And Motherly.
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(2/11/04 7:01 pm)
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*kisses everyone on slow motion while emmitting a pearly white light*
What was a family, is now a shell. We're raising kids now, who raise themselves.
Am I the key of fiction and heartache? and the pain is of no consequence. When I am hell bent, my walls are closing in. |