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« on: February 13, 2013, 07:52:48 AM » |
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What if a gimmick was not a gimmick? What happens if a person becomes a gimmick?
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MORTALCOIL
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« Reply #2 on: February 13, 2013, 07:56:15 AM » |
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What if a gimmick was not a gimmick? What happens if a person becomes a gimmick?
I'd gladly gouge your eyes out, fuck your eye-sockets and cum on your brain. |
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jakew300
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« Reply #3 on: February 13, 2013, 07:57:16 AM » |
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I'd gladly gouge your eyes out, fuck your eye-sockets and cum on your brain.
Oh you love me so much. |
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Schmoff
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« Reply #4 on: February 13, 2013, 08:00:23 AM » |
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fuck off
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jakew300
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« Reply #5 on: February 13, 2013, 08:01:33 AM » |
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Kwon_2
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« Reply #6 on: February 13, 2013, 08:06:03 AM » |
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Some of my older Gimmick-accounts
Jakew300
Scott Markey
Queen Vissy
Medford
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GO OUT FATBOY!
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jakew300
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« Reply #7 on: February 13, 2013, 08:08:50 AM » |
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Some of my older Gimmick-accounts
Jakew300
Scott Markey
Queen Vissy
Medford
Yep I am a gimmick. You are so smart! |
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snx
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« Reply #8 on: February 13, 2013, 08:47:34 AM » |
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What if a gimmick was not a gimmick? What happens if a person becomes a gimmick?
I don’t know who you are. I don’t know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don’t have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. You know, like nunchuk skills, bowhunting skills, computer hacking skills…. Girls only want boyfriends who have great skills. |
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Kwon_2
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« Reply #9 on: February 13, 2013, 08:49:57 AM » |
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Yep I am a gimmick. You are so smart!
But not just any gimmick, you're MY gimmick! |
GO OUT FATBOY!
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jakew300
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« Reply #10 on: February 13, 2013, 10:54:14 AM » |
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But not just any gimmick, you're MY gimmick!
Interesting I could be. After all do we really know that we exist? Maybe I am just a thought in a person’s brain.  |
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jakew300
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« Reply #11 on: February 13, 2013, 10:56:11 AM » |
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I don’t know who you are. I don’t know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I can tell you I don’t have money. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. You know, like nunchuk skills, bowhunting skills, computer hacking skills…. Girls only want boyfriends who have great skills.
What kind of nightmare? Where do you bow hunt? |
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Kwon_2
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« Reply #12 on: February 13, 2013, 10:57:10 AM » |
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Interesting I could be. After all do we really know that we exist? Maybe I am just a thought in a person’s brain. Of course we know. I just wrote that message and now i am responding to it, as to pretend that i/you are someone else. |
GO OUT FATBOY!
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jakew300
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« Reply #13 on: February 13, 2013, 11:01:34 AM » |
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Of course we know. I just wrote that message and now i am responding to it, as to pretend that i/you are someone else.
When you read this is that voice you hear me? So are my gimmicks really your gimmicks? |
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CalvinH
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« Reply #14 on: February 13, 2013, 11:12:56 AM » |
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Some of my older Gimmick-accounts
Jakew300
Scott Markey
Queen Vissy
Medford
You forgot moosejay. |
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bradistani
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« Reply #15 on: February 13, 2013, 11:14:02 AM » |
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snx
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« Reply #16 on: February 13, 2013, 11:58:08 AM » |
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What kind of nightmare? Where do you bow hunt?
Well now, what’s it to be, Lord? Another widow? How many has it been? Six? Twelve? I disremember. You say the word, Lord, I’m on my way…. You always send me money to go forth and preach your Word. The widow with a little wad of bills hid away in a sugar bowl. Lord, I am tired. Sometimes I wonder if you really understand. Not that You mind the killin’s. Your Book is full of killin’s. But there are things you do hate, Lord: perfume-smellin’ things, lacy things, things with curly hair. Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens. Brown paper packages tied up with strings. These are a few of my favorite things. |
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jakew300
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« Reply #17 on: February 13, 2013, 05:31:07 PM » |
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Well now, what’s it to be, Lord? Another widow? How many has it been? Six? Twelve? I disremember. You say the word, Lord, I’m on my way…. You always send me money to go forth and preach your Word. The widow with a little wad of bills hid away in a sugar bowl. Lord, I am tired. Sometimes I wonder if you really understand. Not that You mind the killin’s. Your Book is full of killin’s. But there are things you do hate, Lord: perfume-smellin’ things, lacy things, things with curly hair. Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens. Brown paper packages tied up with strings. These are a few of my favorite things.
Did you come up with that all by yourself? Some talent there. |
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