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Mod Breakdown:
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Karma Level:
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5 years ago (11/14/04) |
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Last signed in:
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3 days ago |
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Total time online:
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Did Arkayne finally get himself banned?
I notice he's gone. What's up with that?
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Pics of Dudes with Cameras
This is what I do when I'm not in class. The funny thing is, this isn't even my movie. The last shot is about how movie will look. If you guys enjoy these behind-the-scenes looks, I can scrounge up some more next time I work on a film.
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I'm not back...
I just like the attention.
Who missed me? Don't be shy, speak up. I'll wait.
Got that out of your system? Good. Guess what I've been up to since, oh, say, 1:30 this afternoon.
I was interviewing Malcolm McDowell for my award-winning television show Reel Talk.
See you guys next time I decide to check RvB (probably tomorrow).
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That reminds me
See you guys later.
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Relationship Help
I was hanging out with a few of my buddies the other day, and one of them wanted to ask out the waitress who was serving us. He was asking for advice on how to do it without sounding creepy, and the other guys pitched in with some help. Then I decided to chime in.
Ignore these wimps. Notes? Dates? Asking out for coffee?
Bullshit.
Grease up. It's what all the young girls are going for these days. Lanolin is a good alternative, but goose fat is classier. And wear a distinctive hat. Be creative! The bolder the statement the better. You want to stand out from the crowd of other greased up guys, and make a lasting impression. Regarding dress, the fashion magazines tell me that y-fronts are back in, as are Speedos. And, I am informed by my "street" acquaintances, flowers are old hat. Vegetables are "wicked" these days. And Shakespearean English is the desired mode of address. Be direct and bold. And surprise her - ladies like surprises. Especially in the dark - it adds a note of elle ne sait pas to the offer.
Nothing attracts severe-faced young ladies more than the sight of a goose-fatted guy in skimpies and a bright green, feathered fedora leaping out from behind their cars at night bearing a huge bunch of cauliflowers and carrots, with the words "Madam, if I may be so bold, might we dally forthwith and make the beast with two backs on yon grassy tump?"
If music be the food of love, you'll be having your pink oboe tooted on within a minute, and that's my personal guarantee*.
That's as near as I can remember what I said, anyway. Oh, and *Does not constitute a guarantee.
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God Help Me
I'm thinking of buying a Moped. Somebody stop me.
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