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*glares at RLacey, grabs Mr. Fuzzy and stalks off* |
^ fancies Mr Fuzzy.
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^ fancies Jazzie.
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^ fancies Rhythm-and-bluessie.
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^pushed me too far
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^ is hallucinating again.
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^ does not know when to hit the sack at an appropriate hour.
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^ is correct with at least one of the above rumours perpetuated about me.
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^ organizes porridge parties.
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^ Is laughing at this because Oat So Simple is SO MUCH BETTER!
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^ His mother name is Cockroach!
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^ Is Jazzie's dealer of contraband brains.
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^ Shot JFK
Hello again. I haven't visited AG for a long while. Decided now was the time to reveal The Truth. |
^ has already been found, and assassinated, by Mares for revealing The Truth.
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^ is next in line.
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^ is, in fact, the real reason for--
Huh? Mares, how the hell...? *gunshot* ...arggghjjkgjkhklll |
^ faked his own death in order to avoid revealing a terrible, dark secret.
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^ ...aghhh...ggygllldhfgdontrusttt...ghimmnnnnnnnnnn...
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^ died
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^ killed.
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^strangled
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^ choked.
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^ fancies a kiss from one of my sisters before dying.
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^ picked an incorrect rumour from above in response to my suggestion that she had produced at least one accurate one.
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^ Is actually Roberta Lacey
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^ runs a sex change clinic that offers supreme value for money.
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^ runs a money conversion business that offers supreme value for sex.
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^ sometimes words puts the wrong way round.
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^ takes tons of baths but still stinks.
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^ takes hundreds of baths, but can still be smelt on the other side of the world by an old man with a peg on his nose.
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^ is not Hammerite, neither is he Randy Newman... no... he is RLacey.
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^ Regrets creating this thread.
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^ regrets not creating it first.
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^ regrets not not creating it first.
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< is bored of this thread
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^ has thought from the beginning that the purpose of this thread was to make confessions about oneself, and has posted accordingly.
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^ may or may not be a figment of our imagination.
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^ is ashamed to admit that even I am not within the limits of his nearly-nonexistant imagination.
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^ doesn't realise that my imagination is only nearly-nonexistant because its sheer greatness blurs the boundaries between what is real and what is imaginery...
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^ actually had that entire post dictated to him by someone else in the room, because he couldn't think of anything at all to say.
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