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IT'S ALL ZERO'S FUCKING FAULT
Jun 19, 2011 00:38
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marceline THE VAMPIRE QUEEEEEN | adventure time
saylikewhat
June 19 2011, 04:54:50 UTC
[CASUALLY SUCKING THE RED OUT OF A G-STRING]
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spiderfanboy
June 19 2011, 05:31:29 UTC
[Staring... gross...]
Do you even know where that has been?
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saylikewhat
June 19 2011, 05:33:58 UTC
Food's food!
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spiderfanboy
June 19 2011, 05:38:32 UTC
Yeah, but it probably came from some stripper's butt.
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posingnude
June 19 2011, 05:06:39 UTC
Dad! [in a whisper.] Dad. Dad, these are ladie's clothes!
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posingnude
June 19 2011, 05:16:13 UTC
[SCREAMING QUIETLY]
Oh god, oh god, YOU WANT ME TO THINK ABOUT MY MOM HALF-NAKED. Oh god! [HOLDS HIS HEAD LIKE HE CAN SCRUB OUT THE PAIN]
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Thread 14
reactionary
June 19 2011, 04:56:51 UTC
[WHORES WHORES WHORES]
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insineration
June 19 2011, 04:59:49 UTC
[uh wow rude]
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meowminx
June 19 2011, 05:06:40 UTC
[ Somewhere, Frank Miller sneezes. ]
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Kuchiki Rukia | Bleach
snowbounding
June 19 2011, 04:58:31 UTC
[This place. This place. It's so lewd, so improper, so-
Oh my god those cotton hipsters with bunnies on them are just calling to her.]
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Combat Instructor Alleyne | Queen's Blade
tomatoandbasil
June 19 2011, 04:59:28 UTC
[There's an elf in barely anything over here at the discount panties rack.
Judging. Staring. Rifling through it and groaning, fingers on the bridge of her nose as she grumbles.
Whoever runs this shop has no taste.]
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Oh god, oh god, YOU WANT ME TO THINK ABOUT MY MOM HALF-NAKED. Oh god! [HOLDS HIS HEAD LIKE HE CAN SCRUB OUT THE PAIN]
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Oh my god those cotton hipsters with bunnies on them are just calling to her.]
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Judging. Staring. Rifling through it and groaning, fingers on the bridge of her nose as she grumbles.
Whoever runs this shop has no taste.]
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