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Messages - Tyrone McNigga
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« on: April 23, 2013, 09:27:30 PM »
It doesn't even need to increase post count it's a great board
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« on: April 09, 2013, 07:57:17 PM »
>inb4 darkrp
Because someone will say everyone plays DarkRP, it's making a shitty RP playerbase, blah, blah, blah. Don't say it.
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« on: December 12, 2012, 10:15:40 PM »
Like how City18 is located somewhere in Eastern Europe but 3/4 of the people there are British (Xq28, which has horrible Metrocops). The best we can assume is that there are a lot of Americans who relocated to 45 for some reason.
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« on: November 26, 2012, 04:22:57 PM »
stop maek fun of me
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« on: November 25, 2012, 01:24:58 PM »
Sometimes yuo don't know so kill yourself
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« on: November 25, 2012, 11:18:54 AM »
That old trade I had was shit, so I'll give a $15 Amazon Giftcard this time AND some TF2 Items!
please
maybe 750 credits
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« on: November 25, 2012, 11:07:23 AM »
Whoever you are, thank you and MERRY CHRISTMAS!
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« on: November 25, 2012, 11:03:18 AM »
Sometimes I write shitty poetry because my momy goundrd qme an i no get dinor
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« on: November 23, 2012, 08:55:55 PM »
Sometimes I touch myself, and it feels so good.
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« on: November 13, 2012, 08:11:00 AM »
Really Smt, you were best admin. Good night, sweet prince, 
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« on: November 10, 2012, 02:01:23 PM »
Patrick looks to the Nexus doors, seeing Unit 905 walking out the nexus doors. Patrick sighs, crumpling up his blue can. He pitches it to the green trashcan to the right of the Nexus, and the aluminum can misses the trashcan entirely. Patrick grumbles a few choice words, looking around in his bag for something else to eat.
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« on: November 07, 2012, 07:55:19 PM »
Patrick Housenburg sit on the benches near the Nexus. He looks around, seeing if anyone would sit at the plaza. Nobody was there. Patrick looks into his canvas bag, taking out a half-drunk can of Breen's Water. He takes the can out of the corner of his bag, then gulps down the other 6 fluid ounces of chemical-laced water. He sighs and looks at the road below him. He puts his finished can on his knees and tries to balance it. Somehow, it stays, and Patrick stares at the blue can. He stands up and throws his can on the ground. He walks to the UCH, opening both of the doors while feeling the warmth of the insulated building on his face. He walks to his Apartment on the third floor and sits, looking at the street below him.
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« on: November 07, 2012, 07:39:46 PM »
*A note on a piece of lined paper written in thin-lined pen*
Looking for work in a local business. I am broke, and I need pay for food.
-Patrick Housenburg
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« on: October 27, 2012, 09:00:48 PM »
*Written on a slightly crumpled peice of College ruled paper with a thin-lined ballpoint pen. The text slants heavily to the right. It looks hurried and scribbled.*
Sometime in July
Today is... I don't know. I don't know what today is. It's been about... I don't know, half a moon since I found this paper and pen? I don't know. Writing a journal on this seems dumb. Do the UU sell notebooks? Note to self: Look for CWU Notebooks. I haven't written in a while, and my hand's cramping up. I'll write more tomorrow.
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« on: October 24, 2012, 01:23:41 PM »
I think it's thedarkanjl, it's not at the top of my head.
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