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horus8 11-Nov-02/10:17 AM
once again lord caddington (the darkest angel alive) spins ballarina like 'pon his heel to deliver a crushing blow from his rhinestone encrusted pink gauntlet. 'grasshen' goes toppling end over end landing on a display of stanley tape measures near the return isle. no receipt, no return.(he called me your sycophant[yardtard]i've decided to make him my next project, i doubt that you mind...me moving off of you and onto him) pfff.




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