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7/9/2016 7:12:53 PM
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"[b][i]We had intercourse so much that we burned out our reproductive organs. Most of us did anyways. But not all Mon'keigh are bad..[/i][/b]"
He said, Ciarn was still a little bit pissy. Eldar for some reason are more sensitive and have more emotions than hoomans or Space Weebs.
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Ciarn groaned a bit as he was dragged onto a couch or some shit. Still being a snoring lil fuk. For some reason in his sleep mode he had a death grip on his wine. bitch ain't gonna take his wine.
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[i]After Ciarn with his wine was stationed on the couch, Lucas limped to his mech and talked with it for a bit, eventually the cockpit of said mech opens, and Lucas starts stuffing the bottles into the cockpit. Then, the cockpit closes, sealing the booze inside. Bitches ain't gonna find his stash. [/i]
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end. also how tf did u get pm bant
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Some sad kiddo who reported my porn. Knew he'd report me tho but whatever, I'm the alt master.
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Edited by Thot Slayer Emps: 7/10/2016 9:14:59 PMI need some 'Research'
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Aight.
