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Post by The Screeches on Oct 15, 2004 13:50:52 GMT
Meercat's back looking for his usual relation-bashing scrap; Harold's lurking waiting for a sick 'un to stray from the herd; Beej's attempting rolypoly mapleleaf bonhommie; assorted Screechies are lashing out at friend and foe.
All's well then.
We'll just sit back and watch the fur fly.
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Post by Holly on Oct 15, 2004 18:53:55 GMT
The Screeches kick Beej's country ass. period.
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Post by Mel on Oct 15, 2004 18:56:35 GMT
My minds made up, Beej is a little snake. Go Screeches!
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Post by Ian on Oct 15, 2004 19:00:10 GMT
I'm in Beej's fanclub, I agree with him you rock. but after seeing what a dork he's been here he sucks more.
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Post by Dumpy on Oct 15, 2004 19:23:46 GMT
You are all right.
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Post by beej on Oct 15, 2004 20:35:54 GMT
You bastards, I thought you were meant to be my friends.
Oh well, I've PLENTY more.
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Post by Trotsky on Oct 15, 2004 20:43:54 GMT
That's what Stalin said too.
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Post by beej on Oct 16, 2004 0:02:49 GMT
Ah dear friends, see how they mock me, see how it backfires, sorry Harold.
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Post by The Beej on Oct 16, 2004 5:52:37 GMT
This is all very amusing. You guys spent a lot of time on this, didn't you?? How cute!
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Post by beej on Oct 16, 2004 13:10:41 GMT
I'm feeling quite touched. No one's ever squandered so much attention on me in my life, even my baitch of a shrivelled old skank mom.
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Post by Harold on Oct 17, 2004 5:39:41 GMT
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Post by The Screeches on Oct 17, 2004 10:54:22 GMT
Then sign up and become his friend. He's starting a little party, good clean fun with a view to invading Poland. You get a free eyecatching armband and a pair of sexy leather jackboots.
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Post by beej on Oct 19, 2004 11:14:24 GMT
Beejkrieg.
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Post by Hitler on Oct 24, 2004 8:29:56 GMT
This Beej is seriously crampin' mein style.
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Post by Nietsche on Oct 24, 2004 11:00:42 GMT
At last. The dawn of the Supermen. The Fourth Reich is born. The Final Final Solution, get it right this time boys. Onward neath your cross of fire.
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