Never.
v knows my Internet is slow
Post about the person AFTER You
Yep, just the opposite! :D
"I still see Marvin as a newbie that is just as cool as an oldie." --snubs
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Honey Wheeler
- OK
- Posts: 219
- Joined: August 2010
- Location: Does it really matter?
Now I do
v Knows that GOD will not come when people are waiting for Him
v Knows that GOD will not come when people are waiting for Him
I love words. I love to sing them and speak them and even now, I must admit, I have fallen into the joy of writing them.
~Anne Rice
Moo ha ha!
Which one? I am playing one of them but not the board wide ToO Mafia
Which one? I am playing one of them but not the board wide ToO Mafia
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KelitaArcher
- Crazy Southern Archer
- Posts: 88
- Joined: August 2011
- Location: Down yonder
v Likes coffee ice-cream. 
"It doesn't matter what you believe, it matters what is true."
LOVE IT! 
v Is left handed
v Is left handed
Nope 
v can rap
v can rap
"I still see Marvin as a newbie that is just as cool as an oldie." --snubs
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Not really
v Lives on a farm
v Lives on a farm
Nope.
v Needs a bath
v Needs a bath
"I still see Marvin as a newbie that is just as cool as an oldie." --snubs
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KelitaArcher
- Crazy Southern Archer
- Posts: 88
- Joined: August 2011
- Location: Down yonder
LOL, probably, been working in the garden!
v Just ate something.
v Just ate something.
"It doesn't matter what you believe, it matters what is true."
Yep!
v is going to watch a movie
v is going to watch a movie
"I still see Marvin as a newbie that is just as cool as an oldie." --snubs
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No. Gotta go.
v Watched America;s Got Talent tonight
v Watched America;s Got Talent tonight
Nope
v has a phone
v has a phone
"I still see Marvin as a newbie that is just as cool as an oldie." --snubs
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KelitaArcher
- Crazy Southern Archer
- Posts: 88
- Joined: August 2011
- Location: Down yonder
Nope.
v Spends too much time on the ToO.
v Spends too much time on the ToO.
"It doesn't matter what you believe, it matters what is true."
Look at my post count
v Needs a haircut
v Needs a haircut
"I still see Marvin as a newbie that is just as cool as an oldie." --snubs
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I'm sure I do. . .I think.
v will be sleeping in a half hour
v will be sleeping in a half hour
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Amethystic
- Random Rebel
- Posts: 13261
- Joined: April 2008
- Location: Somewhere between this world and the planet Xoltac.
That's my hope... 
The person posting below me is an odd sort of fellow who often dyes his hair blonde and prefers to sport a mustache, but opts to visit Paris while cleanly shaven and wears thick sunglasses so that his ex-fiancée, Vivienne, who he unceremoniously dumped after a scandalous ordeal involving a boisterous Texan waitress and a most bizarre investigation into the growing market of gourmet mayonnaise, will not recognize him and, as a result, send another hit man to finish the job after the clown in Cairo failed to dispatch him--although it was only just last month that he stopped going to physical therapy and finally felt comfortable enough to start sleeping with his eyes closed again. Although he knows that returning to Paris at least once a month is a huge risk--especially now that Interpol is looking for his charismatic but troublesome identical twin brother, Ivan--he continues the regular pilgrimage anyways because the food is excellent and his latest female companion, a sassy Russian cat burglar named Natasha, has a busy schedule and is usually too busy in Latvia to travel any farther than France. He's quite alright with the situation, however, although he hopes that once Natasha's commission in Latvia is done she will consider relocating to his native Canada so that they can settle down and she can finally his mother, a husky German woman named Helga who was once a bodyguard and unofficial loan collector for a famous European pop star and millionaire. He believes that the two women will be highly compatible, and hopes that this will give him an edge over his five siblings in their bid to win over their mother's affections (as well as the right to inherit their beloved family home in London, Ontario). At the very least, however, he will finally be able to understand what Natasha is saying again, since a traumatic car accident last year damaged her frontal lobe and caused her to forget how to speak English, and Mama speaks fluent Russian. He used to be a bit paranoid, wondering if Natasha was saying bad things about him that he couldn't understand, but then he decided to memorize every insult known to the Russian language (and a few in Portuguese) so that he would know if she ever called him a sissy or a pig again. But no matter what language she speaks, he's determined to spend the rest of his life with Natasha--unless that cute little blonde from that exclusive chalet in the Alps ever returns his phone call. Then he might have to reassess their entire relationship. But as it stands now, he is perfectly content visiting Paris when he's not polishing the president's shoes, hunting down rogue werewolves in the sleepy Mid-West, perfecting his recipe for explosive chocolate milk, or arranging a monkey pox outbreak in Costa Rica that will weaken the economy and force the hand of a rival shoe lace manufacturing company's CEO and allow him to forge a deal between his own business and the Sally Sparky Shoe Company. Yes, it takes a unique, talented person to live a live that extravagant.
(I didn't get to bed in half an hour.
)
The person posting below me is an odd sort of fellow who often dyes his hair blonde and prefers to sport a mustache, but opts to visit Paris while cleanly shaven and wears thick sunglasses so that his ex-fiancée, Vivienne, who he unceremoniously dumped after a scandalous ordeal involving a boisterous Texan waitress and a most bizarre investigation into the growing market of gourmet mayonnaise, will not recognize him and, as a result, send another hit man to finish the job after the clown in Cairo failed to dispatch him--although it was only just last month that he stopped going to physical therapy and finally felt comfortable enough to start sleeping with his eyes closed again. Although he knows that returning to Paris at least once a month is a huge risk--especially now that Interpol is looking for his charismatic but troublesome identical twin brother, Ivan--he continues the regular pilgrimage anyways because the food is excellent and his latest female companion, a sassy Russian cat burglar named Natasha, has a busy schedule and is usually too busy in Latvia to travel any farther than France. He's quite alright with the situation, however, although he hopes that once Natasha's commission in Latvia is done she will consider relocating to his native Canada so that they can settle down and she can finally his mother, a husky German woman named Helga who was once a bodyguard and unofficial loan collector for a famous European pop star and millionaire. He believes that the two women will be highly compatible, and hopes that this will give him an edge over his five siblings in their bid to win over their mother's affections (as well as the right to inherit their beloved family home in London, Ontario). At the very least, however, he will finally be able to understand what Natasha is saying again, since a traumatic car accident last year damaged her frontal lobe and caused her to forget how to speak English, and Mama speaks fluent Russian. He used to be a bit paranoid, wondering if Natasha was saying bad things about him that he couldn't understand, but then he decided to memorize every insult known to the Russian language (and a few in Portuguese) so that he would know if she ever called him a sissy or a pig again. But no matter what language she speaks, he's determined to spend the rest of his life with Natasha--unless that cute little blonde from that exclusive chalet in the Alps ever returns his phone call. Then he might have to reassess their entire relationship. But as it stands now, he is perfectly content visiting Paris when he's not polishing the president's shoes, hunting down rogue werewolves in the sleepy Mid-West, perfecting his recipe for explosive chocolate milk, or arranging a monkey pox outbreak in Costa Rica that will weaken the economy and force the hand of a rival shoe lace manufacturing company's CEO and allow him to forge a deal between his own business and the Sally Sparky Shoe Company. Yes, it takes a unique, talented person to live a live that extravagant.
(I didn't get to bed in half an hour.
)
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