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    Livello 21 - Birdo
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    Are you f*cking kidding me?

    Ti piacciono le Gocciole o i Pan di Stelle?
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    Livello 7 - Torcibruco
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    Pan di stelle.

    Caffè nero o macchiato?
    Digifoto,draw me like one of your french girls!

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    Livello 21 - Birdo
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    SMT ripudia il caffè.

    Tu?
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  • Livello 15 - Banzai Bill
    Messaggi:897
    Sesso:Maschio
    Località:Da un regno governato da pesche e abitato da funghi umanoidi
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    Macchiato.

    Ciabatte o sandali?
    Clicca qui per iniziare una bellissima avventura.
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    It all started when our over-heralded star, Sal, woke up in a magical cornfield. It was the third time it had happened. Feeling scarcely stunned, Sal hit a banana, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Duly ecstatic about the looming crises, he realized that his beloved ass was missing! Immediately he called his so-called buddy, Red&Green. Sal had known Red&Green for (plus or minus) 11,000 years, the majority of which were striking ones. Red&Green was unique. He was intelligent though sometimes a little... insensitive. Sal called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.

    Red&Green picked up to a very ecstatic Sal. Red&Green calmly assured him that most spotted wolf hamsters shudder before mating, yet 3-legged wallabies usually earnestly belch *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Sal. Why was Red&Green trying to distract Sal? Because he had snuck out from Sal's with the ass only six days prior. It was a enchanting little ass... how could he resist?

    It didn't take long before Sal got back to the subject at hand: his ass. Red&Green turned red. Relunctantly, Red&Green invited him over, assuring him they'd find the ass. Sal grabbed his elephant and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Red&Green realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the ass and he had to do it recklessly. He figured that if Sal took the 'modded' Civic, he had take at least four minutes before Sal would get there. But if he took the Mudkip98's car? Then Red&Green would be very screwed.

    Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Red&Green was interrupted by six dimwitted Zackees that were lured by his ass. Red&Green cringed; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling exasperated, he aimlessly reached for his gerbil and skillfully groped every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the swamp, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the Mudkip98's car rolling up. It was Sal.

    Just yonder, Sal was struggling to make his way through the swamp behind Red&Green's place. Sal had severely hurt his ear during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral Zackees suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the ass. One by one they latched on to Sal. Already weakened from his injury, Sal yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Zackees running off with his ass.

    But then God came down with His clever smile and restored Sal's ass. Feeling exasperated, God smote the Zackees for their injustice. Then He got in His 'modded' Civic and blasted away with the fortitude of 200,000 Indonesian devil cats running from a big pack of legless puppies. Sal vomited with joy when he saw this. His ass was safe. It was a good thing, too, because in nine minutes his favorite TV show, Pippe mentali, was going to come on (followed immediately by 'When South American hissing sloths meet malaria'). Sal was elated. And so, everyone except Red&Green and a few bloody glove-toting venomous koalas lived blissfully happy, forever after.
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    Livello 21 - Birdo
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    Ciabbatte.

    Sandali o scarponi?
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  • Livello 15 - Banzai Bill
    Messaggi:897
    Sesso:Maschio
    Località:Da un regno governato da pesche e abitato da funghi umanoidi
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    Sandali.

    ?oiggasem otseuq icsipaC
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    It all started when our over-heralded star, Sal, woke up in a magical cornfield. It was the third time it had happened. Feeling scarcely stunned, Sal hit a banana, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Duly ecstatic about the looming crises, he realized that his beloved ass was missing! Immediately he called his so-called buddy, Red&Green. Sal had known Red&Green for (plus or minus) 11,000 years, the majority of which were striking ones. Red&Green was unique. He was intelligent though sometimes a little... insensitive. Sal called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.

    Red&Green picked up to a very ecstatic Sal. Red&Green calmly assured him that most spotted wolf hamsters shudder before mating, yet 3-legged wallabies usually earnestly belch *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Sal. Why was Red&Green trying to distract Sal? Because he had snuck out from Sal's with the ass only six days prior. It was a enchanting little ass... how could he resist?

    It didn't take long before Sal got back to the subject at hand: his ass. Red&Green turned red. Relunctantly, Red&Green invited him over, assuring him they'd find the ass. Sal grabbed his elephant and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Red&Green realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the ass and he had to do it recklessly. He figured that if Sal took the 'modded' Civic, he had take at least four minutes before Sal would get there. But if he took the Mudkip98's car? Then Red&Green would be very screwed.

    Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Red&Green was interrupted by six dimwitted Zackees that were lured by his ass. Red&Green cringed; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling exasperated, he aimlessly reached for his gerbil and skillfully groped every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the swamp, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the Mudkip98's car rolling up. It was Sal.

    Just yonder, Sal was struggling to make his way through the swamp behind Red&Green's place. Sal had severely hurt his ear during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral Zackees suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the ass. One by one they latched on to Sal. Already weakened from his injury, Sal yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Zackees running off with his ass.

    But then God came down with His clever smile and restored Sal's ass. Feeling exasperated, God smote the Zackees for their injustice. Then He got in His 'modded' Civic and blasted away with the fortitude of 200,000 Indonesian devil cats running from a big pack of legless puppies. Sal vomited with joy when he saw this. His ass was safe. It was a good thing, too, because in nine minutes his favorite TV show, Pippe mentali, was going to come on (followed immediately by 'When South American hissing sloths meet malaria'). Sal was elated. And so, everyone except Red&Green and a few bloody glove-toting venomous koalas lived blissfully happy, forever after.
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    Livello 7 - Torcibruco
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    orb,is

    Destra o sinistra?
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  • Livello 15 - Banzai Bill
    Messaggi:897
    Sesso:Maschio
    Località:Da un regno governato da pesche e abitato da funghi umanoidi
    897
    Destra.

    Datti un voto da 1 a 10 in amicizia.
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    It all started when our over-heralded star, Sal, woke up in a magical cornfield. It was the third time it had happened. Feeling scarcely stunned, Sal hit a banana, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Duly ecstatic about the looming crises, he realized that his beloved ass was missing! Immediately he called his so-called buddy, Red&Green. Sal had known Red&Green for (plus or minus) 11,000 years, the majority of which were striking ones. Red&Green was unique. He was intelligent though sometimes a little... insensitive. Sal called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.

    Red&Green picked up to a very ecstatic Sal. Red&Green calmly assured him that most spotted wolf hamsters shudder before mating, yet 3-legged wallabies usually earnestly belch *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Sal. Why was Red&Green trying to distract Sal? Because he had snuck out from Sal's with the ass only six days prior. It was a enchanting little ass... how could he resist?

    It didn't take long before Sal got back to the subject at hand: his ass. Red&Green turned red. Relunctantly, Red&Green invited him over, assuring him they'd find the ass. Sal grabbed his elephant and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Red&Green realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the ass and he had to do it recklessly. He figured that if Sal took the 'modded' Civic, he had take at least four minutes before Sal would get there. But if he took the Mudkip98's car? Then Red&Green would be very screwed.

    Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Red&Green was interrupted by six dimwitted Zackees that were lured by his ass. Red&Green cringed; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling exasperated, he aimlessly reached for his gerbil and skillfully groped every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the swamp, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the Mudkip98's car rolling up. It was Sal.

    Just yonder, Sal was struggling to make his way through the swamp behind Red&Green's place. Sal had severely hurt his ear during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral Zackees suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the ass. One by one they latched on to Sal. Already weakened from his injury, Sal yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Zackees running off with his ass.

    But then God came down with His clever smile and restored Sal's ass. Feeling exasperated, God smote the Zackees for their injustice. Then He got in His 'modded' Civic and blasted away with the fortitude of 200,000 Indonesian devil cats running from a big pack of legless puppies. Sal vomited with joy when he saw this. His ass was safe. It was a good thing, too, because in nine minutes his favorite TV show, Pippe mentali, was going to come on (followed immediately by 'When South American hissing sloths meet malaria'). Sal was elated. And so, everyone except Red&Green and a few bloody glove-toting venomous koalas lived blissfully happy, forever after.
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    Livello 27 - Peach
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    11 asd !
    E tu?
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    Livello 13 - Categnaccio
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    Livello 18 - Kamek
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    Sì.

    Cosa conta per te più di ogni altra cosa?
    Those of von Karma blood have only one fate. And that is "perfection".
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    Livello 21 - Birdo
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    La mia dignità.

    Cosa odi di più della tua vita? (ovviamente cose che hai vissuto personalmente)
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    Livello 18 - Kamek
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    Gli errori gravi che ho fatto, credo, ma non ne posso essere sicura, perchè alla fine finirei per odiare me stessa.
    Perlomeno sono errori che mi hanno aiutato a crescere. Ma non si può cambiare la vita con tocco di bacchetta magica oppure tornare indietro nel tempo,
    per cui le cose di cui mi sono pentita ho dovuto trasformarle in positivo. Vorrei essere una persona migliore di quella che sono, e cerco di migliorarmi.

    Cosa pensi di te stesso/a?
    Those of von Karma blood have only one fate. And that is "perfection".
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    Livello 21 - Birdo
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    Che sono uno scemo.

    E di te?
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    Livello 18 - Kamek
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    Che anche se tutti mi considerano in un modo, io mi vedo totalmente diversa (bè, senza esagerare...)

    Cosa vorresti diventare?
    Those of von Karma blood have only one fate. And that is "perfection".
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