Whoever posts last wins! (discontinued)

[plightofthepureblood]

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[Meiscool-2]

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[Bluhman]

Uhh... I... Love... You... Meiscool...

[Cerebus]

 

[Bluhman]

I hate you, cerebus! Die!

[Cerebus]

I will, someday... like everyone else... but not now...

[FFL2and3rocks]

Please have a seat, for I wish to take a moment to relate to you the fascinating odyssey which ultimately led to my reign as the Prince of Bel-Air. I was sired and reared in West Philadelphia. As a lad, most of my time was spent at the neighborhood recreation center where I would laze about and relax in a most charming manner - that is, when I was not engaging my chums in a friendly game of basketball at the schoolhouse. Around this time, two young hooligans had begun to stage a campaign of vandalism and intimidation in my neighborhood. When my mother discovered I had had a bit of an altercation with the ruffians, she insisted I leave town at once and take up lodgings with my aunt and uncle in Bel-Air. As the taxi approached, heeding my beckoning whistle, I could discern the word "FRESH" emblazoned upon its license plate, and took particular note of the pair of plush novelty dice which hung from the rear-view mirror. I was a bit taken aback by these strange omens, but quickly put them out of my mind as I cheerfully called to the driver: "To Bel-Air, my good man!" We arrived safely in Bel-Air at dusk, and as the driver came to a stop in front of the house where I was to live, I left him with the words: "Farewell, sir. Perhaps my nostrils shall delight in your aroma once more!" To be sure, it was a long journey, and as I gazed upon my estate in all its splendor, I knew once and for all that my rightful place was on the throne - as the young scion of the great and mighty kingdom of Bel-Air!

[Dragonium]

The carbon-metabolizing physical presence that currently houses my conscious existence and the physical manifestations of those to whom I frequently refer to as my comrades share in possession as our current place of residence at this moment in interspacial reality the interior space of a vessel which appears as a hue in the mid-visible spectrum, and is in material appearance that of a double-hulled buoyancy-controlled ship of war.

[Bluhman]

My victory is assured this time around!

[Grandy]

 Almost 200 pages, and me and Razor still win with mere 8 points.

[Cerebus]

Yeah, and 5 for me!!! Yeah...

[FFL2and3rocks]

           

White outlines! Boooo!

[Tomi]

Well, this is a story all about how my life got flip-turned upside-down, and I'd like to take a minute, just sit right, and tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air.

[Emerates]

Guys...  I've been dead for a week.

Could someone please explain to me why MrMistah and MIC have been bann't?

Oh, and...

FAT
F@$%ING
LIE!!!!!

-Dave Grohl

[Meiscool-2]

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