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CRAP CRAP AND SNAP!!
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*dies*
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. . blee . . |
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no seriously i NEED to hear politik and amsterdam now
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awww amsterdam..what a classic
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. . blee . . |
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i know...dont rub it in!! LOL sorry im kidding
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i would lend you my copy..but y'know..distance and all...
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. . blee . . |
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yea your just a tincy wincy far away lol.. ill find it...
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*breaks out into song* "Tragedy!....It's hard to bear!"
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OH AMANDERRR DONTCHA CRY FERRRRR MEEEEEEEE
never been a more appropriate time for that. hehh. cheer up my little stuffed bagguette
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poor amanda, I feel your pain
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stood on a briiidge tied to a noose... you came along and you cut meee loose
:embarrased:
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nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
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*softly sings in background* oooh amanderrrr dontcha cry ferr me....
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what's your beef?
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is that ever gonna get old??
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