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| Wary Wolf:
*Slaps* A bigger boy made me do it!
You always use the peer pressure excuse! |
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| Barbas:
Wary Wolf:
*Slaps* A bigger boy made me do it!
I pee in public!
Really?! There might be children present! use a bathroom! |
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| Redlin5:
Guys, I just saw a fucking vampire! It bit me right in the ass!
Save yourselves!
SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!
( 'O _ O)
*Hides under bed*. |
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| Barbas:
(> _ <)* <NRRRRGGGG!
*Passes out from the effort of passing 30 kilos of coke balloons*.
Well, I wasn't into the coke scene before. Now I'm off it for life after seeing that. |
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| Wary Wolf:
Well, I wasn't into the coke scene before. Now I'm off it for life after seeing grandma naked.
Coke is a hell of a drug! |
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| Barbas:
No! No! Not the wooden spoon again!
Sounds splintery. |
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| Wary Wolf:
Barbas:
No! No! Not the wooden spoon again!
I have splinters in my arse.
Do they hurt when you sit down? |
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| Barbas:
Scientology.
Scientology.
Scientology.
Scientology.
Scientology.
Scientology.
Scientology.
Scientology.
Scientology.
Scientology.
Scientology.
Scientology.
Scientology.
Scientology.
Scientology.
Battlefield: Earth. |
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| Barbas:
Where the hell have you been for the past two weeks, you smarmy little shit?!
Soul-searching.
Dark Lord Ghuuu'Lch'Pta requires only the tasiest souls. |
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| Twintix:
I ate all your marmalade.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-
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| Barbas:
Dammit Twintix! Your avatar makes me want to dance!!!
Know the feeling. Come then! Our lives are short and our troubles many!
LET US DANCE FOOLS! |
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| Wary Wolf:
Wands out, gaylords! I challenge thee to a duel!
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| Barbas:
Uhh... I'm not sure about accepting your challenge... Mostly because I assume that because of your avatar you go commando... |
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| Wary Wolf:
I keep getting cheesed by commandos.
Brits are OP! |
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| Barbas:
The Chinese are the best Communists. Stalin is just punk-ass shit.
Oh Barbas, and here I thought you were a true comrade. |
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| Fijiman:
Oh Barbas, and here I thought you were the biggest-dicked O.G. in the room.
Bring me the rogue who claims I am not. |
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| Barbas:
Fijiman:
Oh Barbas, and here I thought you were the biggest-dicked O.G. in the room.
I am the rogue who stole the entire party's gear.
I knew that was you! |
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| Barbas:
How did I end up in this carton of juice?
It was the giant! |
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| Barbas:
Why I oughta jam a flag betwixt my butt cheeks and wave it proudly to signal the coming communist revolution!
Uhh... I assume you get around via hand standing then?... That's pretty impressive actually. |
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| Wary Wolf:
I have no idea what the fuck is going on.
And yet you call yourself Wary? What a fucking cocksucking cuntfaced dickheaded bollockcheeked assbutt. And a liar! |
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| Wary Wolf:
Barbas:
Why I oughta jam a flag betwixt my butt cheeks and wave it proudly to signal the coming communist revolution!
My hands and feet have switched places
That sucks. Lucky for you I have machines that can fix that. |
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| Barbas:
I eat babies. Live.
I NEED AN ADULT |
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| Redlin5:
I killed the adults first, then the children.
With panzers? |
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| Redlin5:
You wiseguy muddafucka, I oughta crack you in the fuckin' head with my bat. Skeeza!
Geez, all I said was "No yiffing". |
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| Barbas:
I will take it upon myself to cleans the world of these tings people refer to as words.
Good luck with that crusade. |
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| Fijiman:
Hoffa gud tay askool. Don froget yore lunboks!
Thangs, Dade! |
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| Barbas:
I'm so wasted
Of course you are. |
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