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Age:
24 years old
Birthday:
June 13, 1990
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Flakk

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  1. In Topic: Social Networking For Musicians

    24 September 2009 - 11:45 PM

    Yes, even the fat ones.
  2. In Topic: Social Networking For Musicians

    24 September 2009 - 11:40 PM

    View PostKa1iBuR, on Sep 21 2009, 05:46 PM, said:

    Murdered?

    Craigslist is the bad neighborhood of the internet. Like a ghetto, it is full of scams and illicit prostitution. Any woman you see in the personals section is actually a guy who either wants your money or some pictures of you sans clothes. At one point, a man used craigslist to amass an army of look-alikes so he could rob a bank without being pursued. It's also where you can go to buy used, probably stolen goods for a sensible price.
  3. In Topic: Huge Donation To A School

    24 September 2009 - 11:05 PM

    Would if I could, college is sucking up all my cash.
  4. In Topic: See? See? What've People Been Saying?

    18 September 2009 - 12:04 AM

    Not much love to go around these days, is there?
  5. In Topic: Stupid freshman

    13 January 2009 - 10:26 PM

    On Halloween this year, I dressed up entirely in black and put on my gas mask. I heard a group of people chatting at the library, so I shimmied under the bushes and up to the corner next to them. I began scraping my can of silly string against the brick building. abruptly, the chatter stopped. I scraped again. I heard footsteps, someone coming to investigate. It was show time.
    His shadow floated into my field of vision, and I shot into the lamplight. I yelled at the top of my lungs, making screeching animal noise as I gave him a facefull of aerosol rubber. Teenage boys bolted into the parking lot. My mask distorted my voice into a buzzing retch as I strafed the seated rows of girls and danced before the main entrence, stomping and crumping before chasing the smallest kid out onto the asphalt. Halfway into the lot, I relented. I pivoted my head back to the corner as a tank pivots it's main gun. Two boys had regrouped, stooped like ballers in the flickering light. I stared, and then exploded towards them. They fled like bugs from an overturned rock, into the safety of some brick pillars. Through fogged lenses I distinguished figures staggering back, throwing, of all things, a fruit box into my path. I powered through the obstacle and arrived at my original position. No one moved. Occluded eye sockets stared at me. I figured it was done.

    I planted my feet, and took a bow.

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    Mobles 

    24 Sep 2007 - 12:05
    gah your new avvy is so confusing.....lol...I keep thinking cheif is back...
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