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L33T_h4x0r_d00d
IT terrorist
Group: Members
Posts: 1203
Joined: Sep. 2000
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Posted on: May 30 2001,12:31 |
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The night was dark, the sky was blue, around the corner the shitwagon flew.It hit a bump, a scream was heard, syf0n was hit with a flying turd. He couldnt swim, he couldnt float, that two ton turd went down his throat. Hey im a poet and didnt even know it.
------------------ Radio Dj: so now that your not on saturday night live what are you gonna do? Jim Bruer: I dont know.. fight mexicans or something. FUHAOHB2IPDEFCIPUDQNFQFYLOEGOGB
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L33T_h4x0r_d00d
IT terrorist
Group: Members
Posts: 1203
Joined: Sep. 2000
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Posted on: May 30 2001,14:31 |
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He went and he left, cause syf0n was a shit. Now when he starts posting, someones throwing a fit.This d00d is just cool, so leave him alone. Or he'll grab you by the balls, and rip off your bone. Returned to the group, now hes one of us. Syfons ass he wants to run over, with a large city bus. Every one wants to help, Jims got a rock. While we watch jeep sitting there, balancing a peep on his cock.
------------------ Radio Dj: so now that your not on saturday night live what are you gonna do? Jim Bruer: I dont know.. fight mexicans or something. FUHAOHB2IPDEFCIPUDQNFQFYLOEGOGB
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Dysorderia
Kryten 2X4B 523P
Group: Members
Posts: 1061
Joined: Jul. 2000
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Posted on: May 30 2001,22:28 |
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quote: Originally written by Percy Bysshe Shelley Ozymandias I met a traveler from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear: "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!" Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.
------------------ Telnet - Reach out and finger someone The Bastard Operater From Hell
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