My Birthday is coming up and its the 27th of January and i cant wait why im putting this up around now is cause ill be off for a while and want be were to put it up better now than never
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He Who Makes A Beast Out Of Himself Gets Rid Of The Pain Of Being A Man ----------------------------------------- ALL HAIL THE FROGGY -----------------------------------------
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He Who Makes A Beast Out Of Himself Gets Rid Of The Pain Of Being A Man ----------------------------------------- ALL HAIL THE FROGGY -----------------------------------------
YAY!!!!HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHOOOO
!!!WERE GONNA PAAAARRRR-TTAAAYY CAUSE ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY!
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Peace,peace!He is not dead, he doth not sleep--
He hath awakened from the dream of life--
'Tis we, who lost in stormy visions,keep
With phantoms an unprofitable strife,
And in mad trance, strike with our spirit's knife
Invulnerable nothings,we decay.
Devious Comments
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"*Gasp!* Ca-ronies?!?"
"What's a Cronie???"
"Oh, it's a derogatory term used to describe heathen henchmen like ourselves in resign of the lowest level of authority." - Klump & Krusha
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"*Gasp!* Ca-ronies?!?"
"What's a Cronie???"
"Oh, it's a derogatory term used to describe heathen henchmen like ourselves in resign of the lowest level of authority." - Klump & Krusha
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He Who Makes A Beast Out Of
Himself Gets Rid Of The Pain
Of Being A Man
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"*Gasp!* Ca-ronies?!?"
"What's a Cronie???"
"Oh, it's a derogatory term used to describe heathen henchmen like ourselves in resign of the lowest level of authority." - Klump & Krusha
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He Who Makes A Beast Out Of
Himself Gets Rid Of The Pain
Of Being A Man
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHOOOO
!!!WERE GONNA PAAAARRRR-TTAAAYY CAUSE ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY!
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Peace,peace!He is not dead, he doth not sleep--
He hath awakened from the dream of life--
'Tis we, who lost in stormy visions,keep
With phantoms an unprofitable strife,
And in mad trance, strike with our spirit's knife
Invulnerable nothings,we decay.
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