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I have injected myself with a lethal dose of NT Swill...one hour ago.
I feel the drug beginning to work its evil magic. It was Beauty what is killing the beast. |
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It's been awhile since I saw "Beauty and The Beast" but didn't a singing teapot save the beast with a kiss?? |
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^^^singing tea pot |
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I asked so little....so very little. Just a simple name change.So small a task, so tiny a slap of ego upon my little smiley face; a simple request from a person of simple virtue...who would not hurt you.....one who always offered a pillow for the weary.....a soft ear for those in fear .....a listening well for a tortured mind.
And what do I get? An opera of "no's." no no-no NO! NO NO NO NO NNNNNO!! nononononono no no no NO!! NO!!! NONONONONO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! no And so they bring my death here. So little ...for so much. |
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Exclusive photo from Thebby's directory...
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^^^ Thebby showing off...with dwarf donkey. |
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^^^^wishes he was one ![]() |
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^^^stole Hossy's pillow and offered it to the weary |
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Fear not SheHateMe, she really means yes. |
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I never wished to be a boo-bee. |
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Hossy's pillow is made up of DrugS' discarded socks!! BLECH! |
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SPIT!!! |
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^^^a friend indeed to a friend in need... can a brotha hold two fiddy? |
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those ain't Thebby's Chi-chis....cute horsie though.
cheer up Avery. Life could be worse.
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rule-eng en......oh....ooooooh...it hurts to laugh. I'm sorry....now I must break to see the FROZEN ONE blow this game. But I will return .....and watch things get worse. |
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Tis' true Morty. She could change your name to KRIM. ![]() |
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Please..yer meikin' me sick.
Oh...I'm dying. Forgive me.... The time draws near.........woe is mah behind. |
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I grow weaker by the moment...the drug has me in its clutches.
Not much time left for me......almost too weak to type. |
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