#1
for some reason my # of forum posts wont go past 140, it goes there and then jumps back to 137? do you lose the posts is the thread gets closed or what?
Gotta keep my eyes from the circling skies...
tounge tied and twisted just an earth bound misfit...

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#4
The count does not count for pits.
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#6
The posts dont pit for count
"Most people are trying to simplify the world. We're definitely here to complicate it." - Dad
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I you for posting this.

<-- Pretty much sums me up

8/7/09


^ I was there
#7
Pit counts for does the not.
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maybe it's because i secrely agree that tracedin inymballsackistheb best album ever


he's got the fire and the fury,
at his command
well you don't have to worry,
if you hold onto jesus' hand
#11
the not counts for pit you
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#16
i dont get it...
Gotta keep my eyes from the circling skies...
tounge tied and twisted just an earth bound misfit...

>CRYPTIC METAPHOR<


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#17
Count Pittula will not suck your blood.
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Someone told me Bach sounded like crap.

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What a dick, right? Skid Row are awesome
#18
you count the pit will not.
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I love you forever.

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That Rick Roll was extremely well played.
#23
"Fear me not!", he loudly but softly spoke as he slowly walked down the now rotting stairs. The strange man approached from the ruins I used to live, which I now was visiting. The man was old; even in such a conspicuous void of light I could tell from the way he moved, the slow motions towards me were not in a hurry and some times it seemed like he limped. "Be not afraid, boy!". He seemed eager to reassure me that his intents were not of a malicious kind.

He had moved even closer now, light was slowly filling his face as he walked towards me and the candlelamp I was holding. I could see his skin, pale as a antique bust and intermittently covered by grey patches of facial hair. Like islands the patches manifested themselves, distant from eachother, separated by the pale skin. I wondered when he had last showered and contemplated offering him some of my water to clean up his dirty face.

At last he had limped his way over to me. Like I suspected this man was without a home, every inch of his body revealed this and that he was a man who travelled much. Perhaps a drifter? It mattered little. I stared into his eyes and his eyes into mine for what seemed like aeons. He opened his mouth as to speak, and muttered word after word about his fate and how he ended up here, in my old home. I cared little for this and it looked like he noticed my boredom and anxiousness. He started speaking again, this time louder and what he said settled my anxiousness for years to come. He said "Fear not, my boy, for posts in the pit do not count."
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#24
Does the pit count chips?
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#25
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"Fear me not!", he loudly but softly spoke as he slowly walked down the now rotting stairs. The strange man approached from the ruins I used to live, which I now was visiting. The man was old; even in such a conspicuous void of light I could tell from the way he moved, the slow motions towards me were not in a hurry and some times it seemed like he limped. "Be not afraid, boy!". He seemed eager to reassure me that his intents were not of a malicious kind.

He had moved even closer now, light was slowly filling his face as he walked towards me and the candlelamp I was holding. I could see his skin, pale as a antique bust and intermittently covered by grey patches of facial hair. Like islands the patches manifested themselves, distant from eachother, separated by the pale skin. I wondered when he had last showered and contemplated offering him some of my water to clean up his dirty face.

At last he had limped his way over to me. Like I suspected this man was without a home, every inch of his body revealed this and that he was a man who travelled much. Perhaps a drifter? It mattered little. I stared into his eyes and his eyes into mine for what seemed like aeons. He opened his mouth as to speak, and muttered word after word about his fate and how he ended up here, in my old home. I cared little for this and it looked like he noticed my boredom and anxiousness. He started speaking again, this time louder and what he said settled my anxiousness for years to come. He said "Fear not, my boy, for posts in the pit do not count."

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#26
post pits in the count for not
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You had to put a penis option.......

The results are now nulled due to this being the pit.... The home of penis watch wearers.


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Rust in peace invented food
he sure is one legit dude
don't let it get to your head

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