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Post by gamon on Jun 3, 2007 16:35:22 GMT -5
*glare*
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Post by happy on Jun 3, 2007 16:45:46 GMT -5
what a mean pole
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Post by gamon on Jun 3, 2007 16:48:56 GMT -5
HOW DARE YOU QUESTION THE POLL?!
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Post by happy on Jun 3, 2007 18:10:04 GMT -5
like so!
were were you on june 2nd at 3pm pole? hrm!?
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Post by gamon on Jun 3, 2007 18:10:39 GMT -5
~~Poll~~
I...I was in Gamon's brain! I swear!
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Post by happy on Jun 3, 2007 18:23:10 GMT -5
uhhuu... *makes some note in a book*
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Post by gamon on Jun 3, 2007 18:25:18 GMT -5
~~Poll~~
"Hey...what's that you're writing! I'm telling the truth!"
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Post by gamon on Jun 3, 2007 18:26:05 GMT -5
~~Gamon~~
"You don't have to answer her questions, Poll! And as for YOU! You leave my client alone, dammit! I've got scandalous pictures of you, and I'm not afraid to use them! Need I remind you of the CHEESECAKE INCIDENT?!"
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Post by happy on Jun 3, 2007 18:26:46 GMT -5
i bealive you... *writes some more*
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Post by gamon on Jun 3, 2007 18:27:53 GMT -5
~~Poll~~
"Hey! Hey! Stop that! Stop writing, I, I mean it! What are you writing?!"
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Post by happy on Jun 3, 2007 18:33:36 GMT -5
please just stay calm mr poll. its nothing mportant. *writes*
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Post by gamon on Jun 3, 2007 18:34:47 GMT -5
~~Poll~~
"WHAT ARE YOU WRITING?!"
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Post by gamon on Jun 3, 2007 18:35:12 GMT -5
~~Gamon~~
"My client has a right to know what you write, am I right?"
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Post by happy on Jun 3, 2007 18:39:07 GMT -5
.... You rise to play and go to bed to work thou warped reeling-ripe bum-bailey!!! *slams fist on table*
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Post by gamon on Jun 3, 2007 18:41:23 GMT -5
*slams fists on desk*
OBJECTION! You have no right to treat my client in such a manner!
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Post by happy on Jun 3, 2007 18:45:13 GMT -5
*points* Where I come from we don't play around, and when its time to party we know how to get down! And where were goin baby you don't have to worry bout a thing!
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Post by gamon on Jun 3, 2007 18:48:03 GMT -5
*glances at paper*
Pshah! From what I understand, this is a story of about how your life got flipped, turned upside down. And you say that you want me to take a minute and sit right here as you tell us the story about how you became a princess of a town called Bel-Air? Please/
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Post by happy on Jun 3, 2007 18:50:51 GMT -5
You start a conversation you can't even finish it. You're talkin' a lot, but you're not sayin' anything. When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed. Say something once, why say it again?!
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Post by gamon on Jun 3, 2007 18:53:29 GMT -5
Yeah?! Well, smurf you!
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Post by happy on Jun 3, 2007 18:55:09 GMT -5
how very unprofecinal... Ce qu'elle a dit, ce soir-là Réalisant mon espoir Je me lance vers la gloire ... OK?!
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Post by gamon on Jun 5, 2007 14:35:57 GMT -5
...oh, it's on, giant waffle named Jerry.
I'll meet you in the parking lot at 5:00! Bring it!
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Post by happy on Jun 5, 2007 19:31:42 GMT -5
*roosters shot gun* you beacha! just watch your feet.
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Post by gamon on Jun 6, 2007 11:46:29 GMT -5
Hey! That's cheating! You can't use shotguns in a fistfight!
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Post by yumeookami on Jun 6, 2007 18:23:20 GMT -5
never argue with one with the foot shooting gun! *whap*
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Post by gamon on Jun 7, 2007 13:42:18 GMT -5
*is knocked to the ground*
Ow! That really dancing hurt! What the hell?!
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Post by happy on Jun 15, 2007 14:33:23 GMT -5
nyaaahahaa!
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Post by gamon on Jun 24, 2007 22:53:07 GMT -5
*cries*
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Post by happy on Jun 25, 2007 12:31:20 GMT -5
monkey
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Post by gamon on Jun 25, 2007 12:31:55 GMT -5
goose
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Post by happy on Jun 25, 2007 12:35:51 GMT -5
rabbit lover!
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