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Postby Swatopluk on Thu Jul 06, 2006 12:49 pm

Edward the Confessor was feeling like confessing to her priest who was sincerely happy about her sex change. Having entered the world of dancing, she knew that Eduardina would be an easy person to hear about that confession.

The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old,
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Postby boghog on Thu Jul 06, 2006 1:01 pm

Edward the Confessor was feeling like confessing to her priest who was sincerely happy about her sex change. Having entered the world of dancing, she knew that Eduardina would be an easy person to hear about that confession.

The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue
Now Hypercaffeinated! Share and Enjoy!

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Postby Swatopluk on Thu Jul 06, 2006 1:02 pm

Edward the Confessor was feeling like confessing to her priest who was sincerely happy about her sex change. Having entered the world of dancing, she knew that Eduardina would be an easy person to hear about that confession.

The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her
Onward noodly pirates!
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Postby Grey on Thu Jul 06, 2006 2:00 pm

Edward the Confessor was feeling like confessing to her priest who was sincerely happy about her sex change. Having entered the world of dancing, she knew that Eduardina would be an easy person to hear about that confession.

The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her nose
The revolution has abandoned you. You're on your own now.

The Eleventh Commandment: Thou shalt not get caught.

fueledbycoffee wrote:America has a long and hallowed tradition of irrational tax evasion and belligerence. We are the national equivalent of the Nac Mac Feegle. And we're the leaders of the free world. Damn, now I've scared myself shitless.
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Postby boghog on Thu Jul 06, 2006 2:15 pm

Edward the Confessor was feeling like confessing to her priest who was sincerely happy about her sex change. Having entered the world of dancing, she knew that Eduardina would be an easy person to hear about that confession.

The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her nose smelled
Now Hypercaffeinated! Share and Enjoy!

Keep Saturn in Saturnalia!

You catch more flies with BS than you do with honey.
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Postby Swatopluk on Fri Jul 07, 2006 5:04 am

Edward the Confessor was feeling like confessing to her priest who was sincerely happy about her sex change. Having entered the world of dancing, she knew that Eduardina would be an easy person to hear about that confession.

The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her nose smelled cheese on toast.
Onward noodly pirates!
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Postby Swatopluk on Fri Jul 07, 2006 10:14 am

Edward the Confessor was feeling like confessing to her priest who was sincerely happy about her sex change. Having entered the world of dancing, she knew that Eduardina would be an easy person to hear about that confession.

The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her nose smelled cheese on roast.
Her hair maroon
Onward noodly pirates!
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Postby ManicStar on Fri Jul 07, 2006 11:23 pm

Edward the Confessor was feeling like confessing to her priest who was sincerely happy about her sex change. Having entered the world of dancing, she knew that Eduardina would be an easy person to hear about that confession.

The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her nose smelled cheese on roast.
Her hair, maroon and plaited
Dream no small dreams, for they have no power to move men -- Goethe
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Postby Grey on Sat Jul 08, 2006 12:15 am

dward the Confessor was feeling like confessing to her priest who was sincerely happy about her sex change. Having entered the world of dancing, she knew that Eduardina would be an easy person to hear about that confession.

The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her nose smelled cheese on roast.
Her hair, maroon and plaited, trailed in the soup
The revolution has abandoned you. You're on your own now.

The Eleventh Commandment: Thou shalt not get caught.

fueledbycoffee wrote:America has a long and hallowed tradition of irrational tax evasion and belligerence. We are the national equivalent of the Nac Mac Feegle. And we're the leaders of the free world. Damn, now I've scared myself shitless.
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Postby Swatopluk on Sat Jul 08, 2006 6:08 am

Edward the Confessor was feeling like confessing to her priest who was sincerely happy about her sex change. Having entered the world of dancing, she knew that Eduardina would be an easy person to hear about that confession.

The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her nose smelled cheese on roast.
Her hair, maroon and plaited, trailed in the soup while she waited
Onward noodly pirates!
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Postby boghog on Sat Jul 08, 2006 9:06 pm

Edward the Confessor was feeling like confessing to her priest who was sincerely happy about her sex change. Having entered the world of dancing, she knew that Eduardina would be an easy person to hear about that confession.

The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her nose smelled cheese on roast.
Her hair, maroon and plaited, trailed in the soup while she waited
And though hungry, she stayed at her post.
Now Hypercaffeinated! Share and Enjoy!

Keep Saturn in Saturnalia!

You catch more flies with BS than you do with honey.
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Postby Swatopluk on Sun Jul 09, 2006 6:00 am

Edward the Confessor was feeling like confessing to her priest who was sincerely happy about her sex change. Having entered the world of dancing, she knew that Eduardina would be an easy person to hear about that confession.

The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her nose smelled cheese on roast.
Her hair, maroon and plaited, trailed in the soup while she waited
And though hungry, she stayed at her post,
while a mongrel
Onward noodly pirates!
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Postby Grey on Sun Jul 09, 2006 1:40 pm

Edward the Confessor was feeling like confessing to her priest who was sincerely happy about her sex change. Having entered the world of dancing, she knew that Eduardina would be an easy person to hear about that confession.

The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her nose smelled cheese on roast.
Her hair, maroon and plaited, trailed in the soup while she waited
And though hungry, she stayed at her post,
while a mongrel brayed in the distance
The revolution has abandoned you. You're on your own now.

The Eleventh Commandment: Thou shalt not get caught.

fueledbycoffee wrote:America has a long and hallowed tradition of irrational tax evasion and belligerence. We are the national equivalent of the Nac Mac Feegle. And we're the leaders of the free world. Damn, now I've scared myself shitless.
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Postby Swatopluk on Sun Jul 09, 2006 2:01 pm

Edward the Confessor was feeling like confessing to her priest who was sincerely happy about her sex change. Having entered the world of dancing, she knew that Eduardina would be an easy person to hear about that confession.

The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her nose smelled cheese on roast.
Her hair, maroon and plaited, trailed in the soup while she waited
And though hungry, she stayed at her post,
while a mongrel brayed in the distance being lost.
Onward noodly pirates!
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Postby ManicStar on Sun Jul 09, 2006 5:02 pm

Edward the Confessor was feeling like confessing to her priest who was sincerely happy about her sex change. Having entered the world of dancing, she knew that Eduardina would be an easy person to hear about that confession.

The night was cold and the moon was hot but the sun was milky toast.
Her skin, quite old, was tattooed blue and her nose smelled cheese on roast.
Her hair, maroon and plaited, trailed in the soup while she waited
And though hungry, she stayed at her post,
while a mongrel brayed in the distance being lost.

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