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Post by Becca on Oct 14, 2010 21:27:13 GMT -7
The story begins in the old barn down the Road from me, Where there are a platitude of silly old goats. Where one had fallen out of the big old truck that was dropping off some strange red carrots. The owner of a black car sped past the tree on the way to her meeting. Just then, a single bolt of lightening came out of nowhere and hit her smack on her nose. She fell over a pile of ripe, red tomatoes, which stained her backside. As she finally regained her dignity, the
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Post by < Craig > on Oct 15, 2010 3:14:02 GMT -7
The story begins in the old barn down the Road from me, Where there are a platitude of silly old goats. Where one had fallen out of the big old truck that was dropping off some strange red carrots. The owner of a black car sped past the tree on the way to her meeting. Just then, a single bolt of lightening came out of nowhere and hit her smack on her nose. She fell over a pile of ripe, red tomatoes, which stained her backside. As she finally regained her dignity, the grumpy old neighbor
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Rachel
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Post by Rachel on Oct 15, 2010 11:00:23 GMT -7
The story begins in the old barn down the Road from me, Where there are a platitude of silly old goats. Where one had fallen out of the big old truck that was dropping off some strange red carrots. The owner of a black car sped past the tree on the way to her meeting. Just then, a single bolt of lightening came out of nowhere and hit her smack on her nose. She fell over a pile of ripe, red tomatoes, which stained her backside. As she finally regained her dignity, the grumpy old neighbor saw everything and
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Post by Becca on Oct 17, 2010 22:47:40 GMT -7
The story begins in the old barn down the Road from me, Where there are a platitude of silly old goats. Where one had fallen out of the big old truck that was dropping off some strange red carrots. The owner of a black car sped past the tree on the way to her meeting. Just then, a single bolt of lightening came out of nowhere and hit her smack on her nose. She fell over a pile of ripe, red tomatoes, which stained her backside. As she finally regained her dignity, the grumpy old neighbor saw everything and scolded her for
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Post by < Craig > on Oct 24, 2010 7:20:19 GMT -7
The story begins in the old barn down the Road from me, Where there are a platitude of silly old goats. Where one had fallen out of the big old truck that was dropping off some strange red carrots. The owner of a black car sped past the tree on the way to her meeting. Just then, a single bolt of lightening came out of nowhere and hit her smack on her nose. She fell over a pile of ripe, red tomatoes, which stained her backside. As she finally regained her dignity, the grumpy old neighbor saw everything and scolded her for making his dog
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Zesha
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All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. -- Edgar Allan Poe
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Post by Zesha on Oct 24, 2010 8:47:26 GMT -7
The story begins in the old barn down the Road from me, Where there are a platitude of silly old goats. Where one had fallen out of the big old truck that was dropping off some strange red carrots. The owner of a black car sped past the tree on the way to her meeting. Just then, a single bolt of lightening came out of nowhere and hit her smack on her nose. She fell over a pile of ripe, red tomatoes, which stained her backside. As she finally regained her dignity, the grumpy old neighbor saw everything and scolded her for making his dog bark like mad. [/blockquote]
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Post by < Craig > on Nov 1, 2010 3:38:54 GMT -7
The story begins in the old barn down the Road from me, Where there are a platitude of silly old goats. Where one had fallen out of the big old truck that was dropping off some strange red carrots. The owner of a black car sped past the tree on the way to her meeting. Just then, a single bolt of lightening came out of nowhere and hit her smack on her nose. She fell over a pile of ripe, red tomatoes, which stained her backside. As she finally regained her dignity, the grumpy old neighbor saw everything and scolded her for making his dog bark like mad. In disgust she
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Post by Becca on Nov 5, 2010 2:27:54 GMT -7
The story begins in the old barn down the Road from me, Where there are a platitude of silly old goats. Where one had fallen out of the big old truck that was dropping off some strange red carrots. The owner of a black car sped past the tree on the way to her meeting. Just then, a single bolt of lightening came out of nowhere and hit her smack on her nose. She fell over a pile of ripe, red tomatoes, which stained her backside. As she finally regained her dignity, the grumpy old neighbor saw everything and scolded her for making his dog bark like mad. In disgust she threw her hands
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Post by < Craig > on Nov 7, 2010 4:22:17 GMT -7
The story begins in the old barn down the Road from me, Where there are a platitude of silly old goats. Where one had fallen out of the big old truck that was dropping off some strange red carrots. The owner of a black car sped past the tree on the way to her meeting. Just then, a single bolt of lightening came out of nowhere and hit her smack on her nose. She fell over a pile of ripe, red tomatoes, which stained her backside. As she finally regained her dignity, the grumpy old neighbor saw everything and scolded her for making his dog bark like mad. In disgust she threw her hands in the air
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Post by Becca on Nov 15, 2010 4:23:47 GMT -7
The story begins in the old barn down the Road from me, Where there are a platitude of silly old goats. Where one had fallen out of the big old truck that was dropping off some strange red carrots. The owner of a black car sped past the tree on the way to her meeting. Just then, a single bolt of lightening came out of nowhere and hit her smack on her nose. She fell over a pile of ripe, red tomatoes, which stained her backside. As she finally regained her dignity, the grumpy old neighbor saw everything and scolded her for making his dog bark like mad. In disgust she threw her hands in the air and danced around
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Rachel
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Post by Rachel on Nov 17, 2010 17:29:17 GMT -7
The story begins in the old barn down the Road from me, Where there are a platitude of silly old goats. Where one had fallen out of the big old truck that was dropping off some strange red carrots. The owner of a black car sped past the tree on the way to her meeting. Just then, a single bolt of lightening came out of nowhere and hit her smack on her nose. She fell over a pile of ripe, red tomatoes, which stained her backside. As she finally regained her dignity, the grumpy old neighbor saw everything and scolded her for making his dog bark like mad. In disgust she threw her hands in the air and danced around, laughed and said
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Post by Becca on Nov 17, 2010 21:54:41 GMT -7
The story begins in the old barn down the Road from me, Where there are a platitude of silly old goats. Where one had fallen out of the big old truck that was dropping off some strange red carrots. The owner of a black car sped past the tree on the way to her meeting. Just then, a single bolt of lightening came out of nowhere and hit her smack on her nose. She fell over a pile of ripe, red tomatoes, which stained her backside. As she finally regained her dignity, the grumpy old neighbor saw everything and scolded her for making his dog bark like mad. In disgust she threw her hands in the air and danced around, laughed and said, "What will I
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Post by < Craig > on Dec 7, 2010 6:57:58 GMT -7
The story begins in the old barn down the Road from me, Where there are a platitude of silly old goats. Where one had fallen out of the big old truck that was dropping off some strange red carrots. The owner of a black car sped past the tree on the way to her meeting. Just then, a single bolt of lightening came out of nowhere and hit her smack on her nose. She fell over a pile of ripe, red tomatoes, which stained her backside. As she finally regained her dignity, the grumpy old neighbor saw everything and scolded her for making his dog bark like mad. In disgust she threw her hands in the air and danced around, laughed and said, "What will I throw at the
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Rachel
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fixing posting templates @ Delusional
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Post by Rachel on Dec 11, 2010 9:51:47 GMT -7
The story begins in the old barn down the Road from me, Where there are a platitude of silly old goats. Where one had fallen out of the big old truck that was dropping off some strange red carrots. The owner of a black car sped past the tree on the way to her meeting. Just then, a single bolt of lightening came out of nowhere and hit her smack on her nose. She fell over a pile of ripe, red tomatoes, which stained her backside. As she finally regained her dignity, the grumpy old neighbor saw everything and scolded her for making his dog bark like mad. In disgust she threw her hands in the air and danced around, laughed and said, "What will I throw at the window to get
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Post by Becca on Dec 23, 2010 18:57:17 GMT -7
The story begins in the old barn down the Road from me, Where there are a platitude of silly old goats. Where one had fallen out of the big old truck that was dropping off some strange red carrots. The owner of a black car sped past the tree on the way to her meeting. Just then, a single bolt of lightening came out of nowhere and hit her smack on her nose. She fell over a pile of ripe, red tomatoes, which stained her backside. As she finally regained her dignity, the grumpy old neighbor saw everything and scolded her for making his dog bark like mad. In disgust she threw her hands in the air and danced around, laughed and said, "What will I throw at the window to get myself thrown in
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