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Post by BATouttaheck on Jan 26, 2018 5:29:20 GMT
Say Goodnight, Gracie !
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Post by Vodkie on Jan 26, 2018 5:43:19 GMT
I barted/furped
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Jokers_Wilde
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Post by Jokers_Wilde on Jan 26, 2018 15:05:07 GMT
I just hit CTRL-V to display the last thing I cut/copied and pasted. It's a phone number. I'd better not.
Joker's Wilde
Try this again:
40011108
That'll work!
Joker's Wilde
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Post by Catman on Jan 26, 2018 16:18:53 GMT
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Post by Catman on Jan 26, 2018 16:51:58 GMT
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Post by Catman on Jan 26, 2018 19:33:50 GMT
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Post by Catman on Jan 26, 2018 19:34:06 GMT
Russ Tamblyn
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Post by Nalkarj on Jan 26, 2018 19:34:57 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2018 22:09:30 GMT
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Post by BATouttaheck on Jan 26, 2018 22:20:16 GMT
For his outstanding make-up achievement
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2018 6:46:27 GMT
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Post by Chalice_Of_Evil on Jan 27, 2018 9:25:54 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2018 13:13:31 GMT
Iβm Nobody! Who are you?
I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there's a pair of us β don't tell! They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody! How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog!
Emily Dickinson, 1830 - 1886
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Post by Peter B. Parker on Jan 27, 2018 17:26:35 GMT
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Post by Catman on Jan 27, 2018 17:38:15 GMT
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Post by Vodkie on Jan 27, 2018 18:44:55 GMT
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Post by Catman on Jan 27, 2018 18:55:06 GMT
Alyson Hannigan
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2018 18:55:18 GMT
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Post by Catman on Jan 27, 2018 20:06:23 GMT
She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word. β To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury Signifying nothing.
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Post by Catman on Jan 27, 2018 20:39:45 GMT
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