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12-18-2009 , 06:08 PM
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Originally Posted by 11beatsperminute
You suck at this poetry thing.
wat

Last edited by Mutant K12; 12-18-2009 at 06:09 PM. Reason: bang bang shoot shoot
12-18-2009 , 06:08 PM
Quote:
Originally Posted by fredd-bird
My step-grandfather passed away a couple hours ago. He was fighting leukemia for a little while and he told them to pull the plug last night.

I could use a hug.
I'm sorry to hear that fredd


sending a huge hug your way now
12-18-2009 , 06:08 PM
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Originally Posted by High Time John
uh, I could use a hug.
Sure, just let me find my speculum.
12-18-2009 , 06:08 PM
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Originally Posted by Tartufo
Can you pay a hooker just to hug you and then leave?
I do it all the time.
12-18-2009 , 06:08 PM
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Originally Posted by jacktay
these made me laugh
12-18-2009 , 06:10 PM
Quote:
Originally Posted by fredd-bird
My step-grandfather passed away a couple hours ago. He was fighting leukemia for a little while and he told them to pull the plug last night.

I could use a hug.
*muah*

wait ...


WAT?
12-18-2009 , 06:10 PM
Quote:
Originally Posted by jacktay
a man that writes me poetry...... makes me feel very secure
I have made jackie feel secure in the past. variance?

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Originally Posted by Tartufo
Sorry to hear that Fredd. Best wishes to you and your family.
Thanks Tart.
12-18-2009 , 06:10 PM
Quote:
Originally Posted by jacktay
a man that writes me poetry...... makes me feel very secure
I wrote poetry for my last serious gf a lot. And some of it it wasn't even only about sex.
12-18-2009 , 06:10 PM
Quote:
Originally Posted by jacktay
these made me laugh
12-18-2009 , 06:11 PM
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Originally Posted by The Brickie
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Most poems rhyme
But this one doesn't
awwwww
12-18-2009 , 06:11 PM
Quote:
Originally Posted by Tartufo
Can you pay a hooker just to hug you and then leave?
Hush you.
12-18-2009 , 06:11 PM
Quote:
Originally Posted by jacktay
that is why i feel so insecure in our relationship
it's ok girl give me a hug
12-18-2009 , 06:11 PM
Sorry Fredd, that is always a tough spot to be in. Hang in there.
12-18-2009 , 06:11 PM
Quote:
Originally Posted by jacktay
I'm sorry to hear that fredd


sending a huge hug your way now
Thanks. I barely knew him, but he had an amazing name: Dick Underwood.

Last edited by fredd-bird; 12-18-2009 at 06:12 PM. Reason: RIP
12-18-2009 , 06:12 PM
roses are red
violets are blue
let's ****
12-18-2009 , 06:12 PM
Quote:
Originally Posted by 11beatsperminute
I wrote poetry for my last serious gf a lot. And some of it it wasn't even only about sex.
You're a sick individual.
12-18-2009 , 06:12 PM
Quote:
Originally Posted by fredd-bird
My step-grandfather passed away a couple hours ago. He was fighting leukemia for a little while and he told them to pull the plug last night.

I could use a hug.
I'm sorry for your loss Fredd. Here is a kiss...
12-18-2009 , 06:13 PM
come here fredd let me give you a hug mang

Last edited by fuluck; 12-18-2009 at 06:15 PM. Reason: ducwidt
12-18-2009 , 06:14 PM
Quote:
Originally Posted by Tartufo
You're a sick individual.
I can return this compliment.
12-18-2009 , 06:15 PM
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Originally Posted by rohjoh
sweet

Quote:
Originally Posted by fredd-bird
I have made jackie feel secure in the past. variance?
sweet poet fredd is



Quote:
Originally Posted by 11beatsperminute
I wrote poetry for my last serious gf a lot. And some of it it wasn't even only about sex.
how sweet of you
12-18-2009 , 06:16 PM
My soul is wrapped in harsh repose,
Midnight descends in raven-colored clothes,
But soft... behold!
A sunlight beam
Butting a swath of glimmering gleam.
My heart expands,
'tis grown a bulge in it,
Inspired by your beauty...
Effulgent.
12-18-2009 , 06:16 PM
Quote:
Originally Posted by 11beatsperminute
I can return this compliment.
hug?
12-18-2009 , 06:16 PM
ahhhh crap
12-18-2009 , 06:17 PM
Quote:
Originally Posted by fuluck
it's ok girl give me a hug
ahem
12-18-2009 , 06:18 PM
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Originally Posted by Tartufo
hug?
Only if it leads to sex.

      
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