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hahahaha.... imagine if someone skipped all the poetry, assuming it was cheesy and then realized that the conclusion of it all was:

sometimes I have to search for my name :wacky:

you would like that :sneaky: :heart:

:shame: lol... thankz :surprised: it is our pride and joy :heart: :baby:

I'll shoot him in the head! :wacky:

yes! :wacky:

OHHH NOOOO

and did this man of unibrow, Is he perchance a unicow? Would you explain the very way how he has touched your heart just now? I would say that you allowed to lead him on like a sow to be chopped into bacon chow Which would make you evil as Mao But I know you all too well You are Cresty, and I fear no hell For you are loyal, and a belle The nun that picks up those who fell You won't turn me in to jail :uhoh:

the kool-aid man will stab you

it's not going to be okay. You will be shot by gypsies.

Your shrink will not think that you would survive the stink of the loss of your dear, me Your psychiatrist will be happy with our poetry for it could not possibly chink the brain of yours on its brink

awww.... the spam.......

ahahaha... you're right cresty... *edits first post*

I am back from this short delay now we're ready for this embrace your humble words I will not disgrace On this very nightly and dark day I only needed to retrace steps to my potty place so that I could poop in peace place and peace do not rhyme *pees*

aw you edited the last part :cheesy: brb

:cheesy:

:lips: This is the classic prose and significant, influential poetry of our time. We continue with elegant banter, focusing on the issues that tickle our erroneous, fallacious thoughts. We touch, can only touch the mere tangential reality of our own emotions while sometimes rhyming or merely rhythmically plotting a disastrous stream of consciousness onto the screen. I must admit that the climax, and summit of my own work cannot even hold a flame near Crests' words, nor can the summation of all of my writings be compared with any fair juxtaposition. She surmounts all that could possibly grace our world in her overpleasing, almost canonized poetry. But I digress from this demonstrative, explanatory introduction. The final purpose of our "business poetry," as well stated by my dearest friend, Crests is to ultimately overpower the greatest forces of evil and to: motivate the procrastinators intimidate the strong willed, naive flutter the inner digestive excitement of the weak of heart With no further ado, I present to you the collaborative genius of Crests, and Léoðwyrhta:

:hug: SO IS THE IDEA ON?

*snore* daddy must go away :heart:

me too :blush: *gas* :smug:

HAHAHAHAH the key is: "what"

you know it baby :lips: edit: that applies to both

SLUT! :cheesy: :evil: :whip: :sneaky: :wink3: :kiss: :charming: :gorgeous: :pimp2: :gossip:

darn, i'm a dolphin riding kitty... how did you know? and your dolphin kitty must run off into the sunset, like a magical gummybear loverboys :lips: GN you sheckshy fellas, *sends out free candies*

I'm also a lesbian :sick: