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RicochetOrange wrote on 2010-06-13 03:48
Once upon a time, a little chubby boy wearing a red T-shirt and a white baseball cap was walking down the country road. He was stressed, he knew he had to get home for dinner, but he was lost. In his pocket was a thumbtack that poked through his pants into his leg, it hurt and bled...
20 years later...
The door to the small country cottage was blasted apart by a grenade, and in the fog was a deep, buff voice "I'm home for dinnah!" It was the small chubby boy, he had grown into a hardened buff soldier! He had a tearful renounion with his family... The End.
:)
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Cannibal wrote on 2010-06-13 03:48
Okay.
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Kayate wrote on 2010-06-13 03:49
soo...
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RicochetOrange wrote on 2010-06-13 03:51
Now find the freaking moral to the story.
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Pocoyo wrote on 2010-06-13 03:55
Uhh, Nice story?
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Cannibal wrote on 2010-06-13 03:55
Don't put thumb tacks in your pockets.
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Hiccup wrote on 2010-06-13 03:58
Quote from Saani;62090:
Don't put thumb tacks in your pockets.
asasa
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Arsik wrote on 2010-06-13 13:02
Good story, but I know a better one. I'll let Rena tell it.
[video=youtube;Q1aqMnOp3S8]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q1aqMnOp3S8[/video]
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Moppy wrote on 2010-06-13 14:33
Quote from RicochetOrange;62087:
Now find the freaking moral to the story.
Everything will work out in the end.