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Blabla / Re : Horloge parlante
« le: samedi 24 juillet 2010, 23:45:04 »
You see a wife.. I see a Widow =D
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Blabla / Re : Horloge parlante
« le: samedi 24 juillet 2010, 23:27:14 »
*Fait bruler le forum*
FOR PONY!
*Mange Véronique et trempe Axel dans de la marinade*
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FOR PONY!
*Mange Véronique et trempe Axel dans de la marinade*
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Blabla / Re : Horloge parlante
« le: vendredi 21 mai 2010, 17:53:01 »
*lève la main*
Richard! =D
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Richard! =D
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Blabla / Re : Horloge parlante
« le: vendredi 21 mai 2010, 17:40:08 »
Naan, je prends une pause. Cale ne veut pas que je tue Benny... apparemment, c'est le seul qui a le droit de la battre; J'lui ai même offert la fourchette de la vérité en échange, il a dit non.
*Va câliner son lapin*
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*Va câliner son lapin*
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Archives / Re : Karaoké-bar
« le: vendredi 21 mai 2010, 17:24:01 »
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fcbazH6aE2g
Excitement about, I almost cant wait
Relax, I don’t want your baby, I already ate
Thought I do tend to generally kill,
kill things that don’t fight back
I see this village, what does it hold
What should I butcher with fire or cold
RUNNING FROM ME, SURE you’d think
He’s a pathological, BLOODTHIRSTY, homicidal maniac
I kill kittens, and puppies and bunnies.
I maim toddlers and teens and then more
You see a wife, I see a widow
But what then, cant you see, I kill for
I want to incinerate and decapitate
I want to melt, want to melt some faces
Watching the peasant… oh what do they call it… ah GRIEF ((in singular))
I suppose THAT BEING undead, THERE IS not much to life
A soul is needed for loving and feeling
How does this all not make me… ah what’s the word again…. HEAVE
You’ve nowhere to hide, nowhere to run
Your village will burn like the heart of the sun
With infinite glee, it’s going to be me, that slaughters the world
How could I glare, into these eyes and then not stab them
How could I stare at their loss and then not laugh
I cut it THEM IN half, then I CRAFT HIS head back onto his shoulders
Or after I lop it, I make a puppet, on top of a stick
I am a lord that is sometimes bored
Have some urges and need to fulfill them
After my mayhem I simply don’t…. what’s the word… care
The stench in the air, the smell of the gore,
the carnage for greater than any WAR
My legacy, death becomes me, I’ll slaughter the world.
Excitement about, I almost cant wait
Relax, I don’t want your baby, I already ate
Thought I do tend to generally kill,
kill things that don’t fight back
I see this village, what does it hold
What should I butcher with fire or cold
RUNNING FROM ME, SURE you’d think
He’s a pathological, BLOODTHIRSTY, homicidal maniac
I kill kittens, and puppies and bunnies.
I maim toddlers and teens and then more
You see a wife, I see a widow
But what then, cant you see, I kill for
I want to incinerate and decapitate
I want to melt, want to melt some faces
Watching the peasant… oh what do they call it… ah GRIEF ((in singular))
I suppose THAT BEING undead, THERE IS not much to life
A soul is needed for loving and feeling
How does this all not make me… ah what’s the word again…. HEAVE
You’ve nowhere to hide, nowhere to run
Your village will burn like the heart of the sun
With infinite glee, it’s going to be me, that slaughters the world
How could I glare, into these eyes and then not stab them
How could I stare at their loss and then not laugh
I cut it THEM IN half, then I CRAFT HIS head back onto his shoulders
Or after I lop it, I make a puppet, on top of a stick
I am a lord that is sometimes bored
Have some urges and need to fulfill them
After my mayhem I simply don’t…. what’s the word… care
The stench in the air, the smell of the gore,
the carnage for greater than any WAR
My legacy, death becomes me, I’ll slaughter the world.
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Blabla / Re : Horloge parlante
« le: vendredi 21 mai 2010, 17:12:42 »
Tu peux prendre tout ce que tu veux, sauf mon chapeau-rein, pour ton WE. C'est fait avec un rein véritable!
*met le Rein sur sa tête*
Am I not pretty?
09h14
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fcbazH6aE2g
=)
*met le Rein sur sa tête*
Am I not pretty?
09h14
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fcbazH6aE2g
=)
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Blabla / Re : Horloge parlante
« le: vendredi 21 mai 2010, 17:03:06 »
Bonjour, tout le monde.
*découpe la jambe d'un bébé et l'avale. La mère s'approche en hurlant et en pleurant* C'était un bon bébé, madame, parfaitement délicieux, j'vous assure. Alors, comment va votre mari? Sa tombe lui convient?
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*découpe la jambe d'un bébé et l'avale. La mère s'approche en hurlant et en pleurant* C'était un bon bébé, madame, parfaitement délicieux, j'vous assure. Alors, comment va votre mari? Sa tombe lui convient?
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