bend_her

Professor

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« #120 : 07-08-2007 09:42 »
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Ralph Snart: She's a real lady and decent person - I've not known her to not respond I'm sure she is, I hope she'd finish Fry's Choice sometime. cold_angel1: Met up with a girl. Got Snu-Snu. Show off... hmpf!
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Xanfor

DOOP Secretary

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« #129 : 07-15-2007 08:00 »
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People are talkin, talking 'bout people... I hear them whisper, you won't believe it! They think we're lovers, kept under covers, I just ignore it, but they keep saying We laugh just a little too loud... We stand just a little too close... We stare just a little too long... Maybe they're seeing, something we don't, darlin',
Let's give them something to talk about... Let's give them something to talk about... Let's give them something to talk about... How about love?
I feel so foolish, I never noticed... You'd act so nervous, could you be falling for me? It took a rumor, to make me wonder, Now I'm convinced I'm going under. Thinking 'bout you every day... Dreaming 'bout you every night... Hoping that you feel the same way... Now that we know it, let's really show it, darlin',
Let's give them something to talk about... A little mystery to figure out... Let's give them something to talk about... How about love?
Let's give them something to talk about... Let's give them something to talk about... Let's give them something to talk about... How about love?
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Xanfor

DOOP Secretary

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« #131 : 07-15-2007 18:46 »
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Kiss me, out of the bearded barley, Nightly... Beside the green, green grass. Swing, swing... Swing the spinning step, You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress, oh,
Kiss me, beneath the milky twilight, Lead me... Out on the moonlit floor... Lift up your open hand, Strike up the band, and make the fireflies, dance Silver moon's sparkling...
So kiss me...
Kiss me, down by the broken tree house... Swing me, upon it's hanging tire. Bring, bring... Bring your flowered hat, We'll take the trail marked on your father's map, oh,
Kiss me, beneath the milky twilight, Lead me... Out on the moonlit floor... Lift your open hand, Strike up the band, and make the fireflies, dance Silver moon's sparkling...
So kiss me...
Kiss me, beneath the milky twilight, Lead me... Out on the moonlit floor... Lift your open hand, Strike up the band, and make the fireflies, dance Silver moon's sparkling...
So kiss me...
So kiss me...
So kiss me...
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Decapodian

Liquid Emperor
 
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« #158 : 07-21-2007 20:54 »
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Originally posted by coldangel_1: No, Deca... I was taking the piss out of the 'art' that was posted above. Wondering what the point of it was. A small whooshing sound could be heard as that went straight over Deca's head...
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