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Topic...
Fooled

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Checking In.

Ques-ton! For the links on our votes, does that just need to be in by Thursday? It applies to the current week, correct?

Fooled, heh. Blaze her again, maybe.
Opponent 4-0, sounds like I'll have a show-up. Thank god.

You must post them before Saturday, and in one post if you could.
If you don't have the links, I will have to issue DQ's

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Im here holler looks like i got myself someone who will show up wordddddddddddd ioiighththththtthhtththht


Mad Man: You both seem uncaningly pleased that your opponent checked-in

whoops...... wrong thread....... sorry about this...... its not a freepost...... its an accident... mad delete this post ight?

NO SHO NO SHO NO SHO NO SHO NO SHO
10 minutes 10 minutes 10 minutes

god I fuckin love RB sometimes....

No-show my ass.
You know I'm a working man.
Where's my partner in rhyme, though?

Let me type this ish.

Fooled Again. . . Just like when your rule began/
President of the nation of devestation/
I'm not hatin', leader; It's just retaliation towards a deceitful retreater/
Damn! Now look at your life's excitement meter!/
I mean, hey girl, how's it going with the wife beater?/
Yeah, you chum, smashing your passion for her on drums/
A high-hat—er, what do they call that?/
Displaced Agression. A problem that spans from misplaced possision/
Of your soul, when it grabs ahold of that disgraceful obsession/
Are you missin' this? I'm saying it's hard to date a physicist/
Trying to split your atom, all the while trying to get with Adam/
Yes, she's attempting fission—and this just can't continue/
I don't want to see a man of your age flip the page/
To travel down that summation of the story I been through/
Two years, torment, then *poof*/
Bike Trail Tales Version 2.0/
Hikes through her spikes which impale you so/
Twenty-Eight? Damn, at that age you should get plenty of dates/
You fell into a pretty little snatch trap/
An unathletic young girl who manages to master games/
Same lame song: Insecurities projected on her security blanket, all day long/
You don't want to speak my words to he, disecting your own devestation, two years from now/
"What's wrong with her then?"/
Don't make me break it down like Master Splinter does Zen/
It's her father locked away in the den when not aboard planes/
He spent their childhood accumulating a bank-floor breaking pension/
Avoiding demoestic door-slamming tension/
Benching brothers clenching agression body-build away their mind's frustration/
Look at pops, been to all of those places, American dream blood-pressure puts him through his paces/
He broke committment when he committed the most disgraceful thing. . . commonly performed by men/
To leave your bitch, my former stich-es, a broken mess not to be cured by riches/
Get it right, I got fooled twice. You're a brother, you might find this nice/
One night a nazi, lied one year as if though intution never got the truth to me/
The other, our committment, when she was just playing then/
A big fun puzzle which answered why she doesn't trust men/
I have been where you're from, although my financial state is down south some/
I have another quote for you to consider, an to all those who to quick become jaded and bitter/
"She didn't tell me to take it, she told me to use it"/

I continue to bury you with my verbal scenary/
Because you wrote hastily our story/
So now I spread the warning, DON'T SEE THE MOVIE!/

Fin.

fuck i thought you were supposed to drop by friday damn man i freaked up my fault laryan man now im getting banned well guess youll be seeing me in two weeks then

Mad Man: Post anway ok