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:lol: :laugh3: :laugh1: riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide on!!! :dance::D :rolleyes: @mike:hey, I'm good, you? me, stalker? :wink3: no way

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anyways....... :laugh1: *man, I'm such a spammer, lol*

lol ok:lol: hey mike, I know youre here:sneaky: :kiss:

oh i see....:D I dunno:P

I know lol:sneaky: I can't help myself:lol: actually I liked/met 'that' mexican boy first, before marek:D .....but still what?:)

sshhhhhh!!!:sneaky: :embarassed: :laugh3: he's nice:D but I dont think so.....:P

if were blind how could we reply to posts and see them?:rolleyes: how sarcastic, lol:dozey:

thanks :nice: yeah I'm quite lucky, I only go to college 3 days a week (mon, tues,wed) :dance: where is nicko? :bigcry:

I dont get it, and Its never happened to me. :rolleyes:

its too dark in that pic, cant see a thing, lol

hey elsje, whats up? how are ya? :nice:

hey:D lol:) um, nothing much, I guess...:rolleyes:

:nice: :thumbsup:

hey people :nice:

yeah marek, you seriously need some help;)

big brother 2006 and the x factor auditions & live shows :dance:

lol ok:lol: , are you sure?:wink3:

happy b-day :dance:

hey people

I know that one!!!:D It could be true, its called the campus scream, right?:o

private jet?:o lol:lol: , in your dreams!!!:rolleyes:

what is an urban legend? Many people have heard the tale, occasionally alluded to in popular culture but more often imparted as a thing that "really happened to a friend of a friend," of the dotty grandmother who tried to dry off her damp poodle by placing it in the microwave oven. The dog exploded, sad to say, and Grandma has never been quite the same since. That story isn't true, of course; it's an urban legend, circulating by word of mouth since the 1970s. It conveys a familiar moral message: new technologies can be a hazard, as well as a boon, to humankind (not to mention dogkind). Such an incident could have happened, but we have no real evidence that it did. here's an example of one, scary/horror the boyfriends death As told by Isabel Espaldon, 02/06/00... Here's a story my mom told to me and my friends when I was about seven years old. You can imagine I was scared to death... A woman and her boyfriend were on their way home from somewhere (not important) one night, and suddenly his car ran out of gas. It was about one in the morning and they were completely alone in the middle of the nowhere. The guy stepped out of the car, saying comfortingly to his girlfriend, "Don't worry, I'll be right back. I'm just going to go out for some help. Lock the doors, though." She locked the doors and sat restlessly, waiting for her boyfriend to come back. Suddenly, she sees a shadow fall across her lap. She looks up to see... not her boyfriend, but a strange, crazed looking man. He is swinging something in his right hand. He sticks his face close to the window and slowly pulls up his right hand. In it is her boyfriend's decapitated head, twisted horribly in pain and shock. She shuts her eyes in horror and tries to make the image go away. When she opens her eyes, the man is still there, grinning psychotically. He slowly lifts his left hand, and he is holding her boyfriend's keys... to the car. what do you think?