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#1
11-07-2007, 10:15 PM
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READY!
They prepared. AIM! They took keen sight. FIRE! A volley....sounded as one and found their mark. A legion of good,strong shooters took pride when told there were no blanks...all rounds were live. So as to know they all had a proud hand. The doomed remains were thrown into the shredder. WHIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRRRRR His last wishes.. Crinkle Trash can ..never to be known. 
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#2
11-07-2007, 10:34 PM
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When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me: Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree. Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet: And if thou wilt, remember And if thou wilt, forget. Should have been known I would not go gentle into that good night. And now I go...my biggest yet ....in my sight. For this one I announce as over And to all that same good night
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#4
11-09-2007, 09:18 PM
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Quote:
But perhaps Morty was wearing a bullet-proof vest?
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#5
11-10-2007, 10:48 AM
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I have returned as I was wearing a bullet proof vest.
I mean because of the failure to do so of two people....and out of courtesy they shan't be named. They shall. Witch Thebby and Nuisance Stevie. I wish to thank posters for my pies and spit on the ones who disapproved of my fine work. I will achieve my goal of 7,246 posts....in a manner in which I please. Unless......
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