Topic: The Dis-order of the Disorganised Philosophies.. | |
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That's what I thought too Allen
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good good
i need to play for a while |
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You get flea, and I'll steal the guitarist so he can teach me how to play guitar
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Whhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?
Flea who? Who's got fleas? Can they paint, or just scribble? |
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ok but what am I going to do with him ... have him serenade me on base or have him mounted for the wall?
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can we donuts please?
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opens a box of Canadian maple glaze doughnuts ... yummmmmmmm
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He can play trumpet too actually so you can have a mini mariachi band while you scribble
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***sits in the corner all confused now** some one ate my crayon
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OOoooOOO DONUTS!!!!!!!!!!!!! HI Miguel!!! Shiny hat my brother?
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i'm gonna attempt to write a poem for my sister jenni
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*Sits down next to Jenni...* me too..
Someone has fleas and now they are eating doughnuts... maybe I can draw a doughnut...what shape are they again? |
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ooh mariachi band ... bring out the salsa, chips and limbo pole .... wheeeeeeeeeeeee
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*scribbles sheep jumping over a fence and a trail of Z's and goes to sleep under it*
Goodnight everyone! |
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woo wow
not salsa u r gonna make me dance and i just wanna dance |
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nite damnits
***Wonders if the mariachi band is interfering with Miguel's concentration*** |
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then dance Miguel
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NItey Nitey Cloudy
Donuts are uhhhh any old shape ya want em to be...in my world they are any ways Ahh a poem by my brother how simply wonderful, I shall wait for it Has anyone seen my Fleas?? |
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third door on the left luv
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u r ladies are getting me shy
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