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(I'm stuck to my seat. Dammit, why is no-one online? Pad's gone to Primark. :P) |
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I sat in my Apartment, still Shocked after Yesterdays Result. "OMG! That Prat!!" I yell |
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(Late post -.- I got soul, but I'm not a soldier :D) |
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I sat on the swings with my harmonica |
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(Boom Boom Pow, Radio 1 Live Lounge Remix is epic.) |
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(Nevah. I got soul, but I'm not a soldier. Great song. For War Child) |
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(Promotional songs for the win.) |
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(Ah, still :P)
I played the harmonica |
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(All Daft Punk songs pwn.) |
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(We had this massive pack of smarties and I can't find them >:( ) |
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(Ah yes, I must remember to remind my Dad to help with those Smarties cookies.) |
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(I'm going to look again) |
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("Save me John!!"
"I'm coming Edward!"
"Who ya gonna call? GHOSTBUSTERS.") |
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"Adonia, Forever is Over. Okay?"
I nodded, slowly. I set up the microphone, then the scout came running back. It had been days since we had heard from him. "Your in! We got you a list of gigs in local clubs, after that we'll make it big!"
Lynnette coughed politely. "Uh, excuse me, but I don't think any of us are comfortable with checking the lead singer out in front of us." Ben and Kyle nodded, and I stepped back. She carried on. "We have a name. Blak."
He nodded, and wrote it down, looking slightly frustrated. I bit my lip to stop myself laughing. |
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I cartwheeled around the park. |
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(*Looks at Padrona's post*
Pass me the knife.) |
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I Walked to the Park, with my hood up. |
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I carried on cartwheeling. |
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(Oh. My. ( Content Deleted ) God. Why does everyone stop posting when I do? It's depressing) |
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(It's cause I'm scared of you. It's a phobia.) |
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(Hahaha, seriously. Why? I don't think "Pippophobia" exists) |
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(I might quit this thread. Dag nabbit) |
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(Dizzyphobia does. I have Dirtee Cash stuck in my head. :<) |
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I walked around the park and bumped into Killer.
I glared at him |
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