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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 4:27 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 4:29 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 4:46 pm
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Icy Reign bandaidd so... do I hafta suck up to Psyzapp? { twisted MWAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!! Why yes, yes you do!!! twisted }
well, i guess since she's not around... that will give me time to think of some nice things to say |
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 5:17 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 5:28 pm
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Suck up #2!
My Psyzapp's eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my Psyzapp reeks.
I love to hear her speak,--yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My Psyzapp when she walks, treads on the ground;
And yet, by heaven, I think my Psy as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
[thanks for your help, Bill]
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 5:39 pm
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Dear Psyzapp,
I'm writing this and leaving it where you'll find it. It's not that I wouldn't like to tell you to your face, it's just that I'm really, really shy. I'm also afraid that you'll reject me or laugh at me. So for now, I'd just like to let you know that I admire you. Admiring you isn't hard to do. You're the most bright and fun to be around woman I know and no one in the GGG can hold a candle to you.
You're the bright spot in my day, Psyzapp. I think I could almost say that I realy really like you. Yes! I will say it. But I'm still not brave enough to tell you to your face. Maybe, after I've worked up the courage, I'll ask you out for a girl's night. We could meet at the thread of your choice and get to know each other over a long, leisurely dinner. Maybe if we were sitting across the table from each other, I wouldn't be so shy and would be able to tell you how I feel. And you could tell me all about your life -- your hopes, your dreams, your goals.
If we could meet, I'd be able to tell you all the things I love about you. I love the way you make me laugh right out loud even when I'm feeling down. I love the way the darkness shines from your hair and the way your clothes are always so well-matched. You're perfect and I'd love to be the lucky goodie who wins your undying affection.
Your friend and favorite tormentor,
bandy
heart
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 5:40 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 5:44 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 5:44 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 5:46 pm
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bandaidd I got one! It's a song to Psyzapp. I wrote it with a little help from my friends Dave and uh, I forgot the other guy's name. Looking at the room, I can tell that you.
Are the most beautiful girl in the...room.
(In the whole wide room).
And when you're on the street, depending on the street.
I bet you are definitely in the top three.
Good lookin' girls on the street.
(Depending on the streets).
And when I saw you at my mate's place.
I thought...what, is she, doing...at my mate's place.
How did he get a hottie like that to a party like this?
I asked Ryzan if he's going to move on you.
He's not sure.
I said "Ryzan, do you mind if I do?"
He says he doesn't mind.
But I can tell he kind of minds.
But I'm going to do it anyway.
I see you standing all alone by the stereo.
I dim the lights down to very low, here we go
You're so beautiful.
You could be a waitress.
You're so beautiful.
You could be a air hostess in the 60s.
You're so beautiful.
You could be a part-time model.
But then I seal the deal, I do my moves.
I do my dance moves.
Cause you're so beautiful...
Like a tree. Or a high class prostitute.
You're so beautiful.
You could be a part time model.
But you'd probably still have to keep your normal job.
A part time model.
Spend part of your time modeling.
And part of your time next to me.
{ eek rofl HIGH CLASS PROSTITUTE?!?!?! *DEAD*!!! OMG! My sides and head hurts so bad! bandy, you get a 20 on a scale of ten for that one! I'm sure it'll cost ya, but damn that was funny!} |
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 5:48 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 6:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 7:53 pm
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