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Post by me on Jul 26, 2005 1:32:56 GMT -5
No no no Liv...not ringo...PAUNGO!!! Sarah you're my PAUNGO lover and yes...fabulous, crazy
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Post by CloudNine on Jul 26, 2005 21:54:20 GMT -5
What am I?
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Post by Icee on Jul 26, 2005 22:03:41 GMT -5
Yesss Liv. Paungo. You gotta have Paul in there. And the "  " Is a smilie. Mhm. Jan, you're my Paul Psyco. Yes you is. -Tickles you- |
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Post by lookingthroughyou on Jul 26, 2005 22:18:20 GMT -5
Oh? sarah, I didn't know you liked paul again. you are awesome and have a who song in your sig which makes me rather happy. |
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Post by me on Jul 27, 2005 3:00:46 GMT -5
Paul psycho....hahaha
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Post by Icee on Jul 27, 2005 21:49:27 GMT -5
You didn't know I liked him again? I never stopped!
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Post by me on Jul 28, 2005 13:33:43 GMT -5
Liv! she never stopped!!! hahahaha Sar is not to be stopped when she's on the roll
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Post by lookingthroughyou on Jul 28, 2005 19:06:04 GMT -5
I honestly didn't know.
We never talk!
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Post by Icee on Jul 28, 2005 20:11:58 GMT -5
Well, suffer the consequences of not using yahoo. XDXD
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Post by Nadine on Jul 29, 2005 10:48:48 GMT -5
OI! WHERE IS THE SEX?! <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v171/Showdown1/Fab_Dom.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"> THERE HE IS! sorry guys! just had to bring a bit of Dominicmania Back! -trosts back to Beatles Board- |
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Post by Nadine on Jul 29, 2005 10:52:58 GMT -5
See if this works...  |
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Post by Nadine on Jul 29, 2005 11:15:54 GMT -5
Ok this is funny, i just have to share this with you lot cause you are too cool! This is an entry from Dominic's Journal that i read, he's so cool.
Hullo All,
Once in 2003 i was travelling on the Tube in London, probably going to Abbey Road studios to sign my name on the wall after the stupid council had washed it off. but the carriage was empty except for a black girl of my age sitting on her own texting on her mobile, then this Bloke got on at a stop. fat, drunk, ugly, white 30 something British supremist with British Bulldog tattooed on his arm, i instantly knew what was going to happen, and i was ready....
He sat down and caught sight of the girl, he started leering asking "How old are you?" in a mancunian accent, the girl answered in an American accent that she was 15, of course this bloke was now interested, and the look he had on his face was so clear..
he was going to Rape her.
I listened intently to the small talk he made with the uninterested girl
"Where you from?"
"Compton"
"Where's that?"
"Los Angeles"
"Oh that's in America isn't it?"
"Yeah..."
this bloke obviously had spent a lot of time learning nothing.
then the conversation turned to...
"So you gotta boyfriend?"
"Yeah, Back home"
"What he doesn't know won't hurt him.."
"What you mean by that?"
"You know, you having a little fun, that's what you're in England for isn't it?"
"No, i'm here to check it out, i'm touring Europe"
"Well we shall be your tour guides, show you round London"
"No thanks....i know my way around well enough"
She was remarkably polite for a Girl from the Ghetto...
Soon the train came to a stop and she got up to leave, i got up too since this was my stop too, they got up and followed her from a distance, i decided to follow him from a distance too (my whole secret agent bullshit in me) and sure enough when they got into a quiet area they all started chasing her, i swung around the back of the houses and started running down after the lead bloke, and i stepped out just in front of his path and charged into him knocking him onto the street and out of his head, this had somehow took the fight out of him, must have been my shouting of "Come on then you Manchester bastard! you think you can take this Liverpool scruff!? I'M A FUCKING BEATLE!" i laughed at the coward as he ran back down the street, i bent and put my hands on my knees and tried to catch my breath, then i heard a "Hey!" from behind me, i turned round and there was the girl i had inadvertantly saved from a horrible experience
it was just a simple smile and a "thanks"
i nodded and said in my aristocratic accent "All part of the service madame"
i began to walk away when she shouted again, this time in the trademark ghetto accent..
"Hey! you gonna escort this madame home?"
i turned and said "i could have stuck a knife in his throat, pulled it out and licked the blood to see if he was a true Mancunian you know"
she looked at me and said "I just wanna escort home not no Hannibal Lecter bullshit ya get what i'm saying?" or something to that effect
i obliged and escorted her home, it was a pleasure to talk with someone like her instead of all those Twats with oversized adam's apples in the city.
and i never got her name, but i hope she remembers me as the guy who saved her from a horrible experience that would have haunted her for the rest of her life.
I just wish i could save the world's women from blokes like that, don't we all?
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Post by Icee on Jul 29, 2005 11:24:38 GMT -5
Listen, we don't care.
Take a hint, and fuck off.
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Post by **K@T!@** on Jul 29, 2005 11:29:12 GMT -5
oi? Are you brazilian? O.o |
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Post by Jan on Jul 29, 2005 11:55:51 GMT -5
Listen, we don't care. Take a hint, and fuck off. AMEN |
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