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![]() Oh,
I like the story alot less now.
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Felix Unger talking to Oscar Madison: "Your horse could finish third by 20 lengths and they still pay you? And you have been losing money for all these years?!" |
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![]() You are like a weed growing in a field of daisy-poos.
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![]() Why?
I said I liked your little story. Plus, I didn't even reference or make fun that Mr. Gentilli gave you a private pool lesson and showed you the proper way to hold his stick. Evidently he taught you very well as you made the man faint, now that's some real talent. It's a shame you don't like the game, it's sounds like you could have been a special one. ![]()
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Felix Unger talking to Oscar Madison: "Your horse could finish third by 20 lengths and they still pay you? And you have been losing money for all these years?!" |
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Well fucl< you very much,Mr.Doorknob. Mr. Key is really doing a fine job on you. And by the way....I doubt anyone else had any problem deviating from the characters , as you do. It was very clear who David Gentilli is in this story. When I said D.Gentilli's Father....that meant he was another person,his Father, aside form David G. I'm sure you loved IT...by King. |
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But a couple of sidebars if you don't mind................. Ok Ok, So I'm Mr Doorknob.......I think But who's Mr Key and the king. Jesus you need a damn program with all your little nicknames Morty or is it Davey Poo?
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Felix Unger talking to Oscar Madison: "Your horse could finish third by 20 lengths and they still pay you? And you have been losing money for all these years?!" |
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![]() ^^^^ Keeper of the keys...Mr. Jing-A-Ling.
And on Halles 7th floor , we'll be looking for...MR. JING-A-LING!! |
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![]() He's also insanely jealous of my fine opera trilogy.
Only my fine noodle is capable of hatching such work. I work under the cover of stars...in the night,when it's dark. When I snatch thoughts from resting minds,to feel them. The thoughts,not the minds. |
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