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damn u r good mate........really fookin good.....i gotta finish laughin, compose myself before i can think of wat to add on......
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[ This Message was edited by: shithappens on 2003-04-08 09:46 ]
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Posted: 2003-04-08 10:45:00
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can't help but set free a coupla twisters to spice up the storyline a bit.
[ This Message was edited by: Scythe on 2003-04-08 09:51 ]
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Posted: 2003-04-08 10:50:00
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and run he did....and for his dear life too......he may be twisted and demented beyond human reasoning as to how he chooses to lead his life but by golly!!! he ain't never ever wanted to be the 3rd spoke in a triangular love affair......specially so when biker dude had mentioned he wuz in bondage with someone else......wat happened the other nite wuz just that.....and should remain so...his brief encounter with fabio had completely changed him.......he no longer wishes to partake in anythin which is detrimental or cud contribute to the unnecessary enlargement of his poop chute diameter....eric kept reminding himself running past one alley into another...he can feel the bitter wind stinging his face and hear the roar of biker dude's motorbike behind him.....the money may be good but he's saving himself for the special person........he doesn't know who that cud be now but there'll be a right place and time for it all in the end......he takes a quick turn and scurries into another alley.....good...this ones darker than the rest and he might just be able to find a neat hiding place to loose biker dude.....it's probably his imagination but he cud haf swore he smelt lust emanating from the biker dude earlier.....he nimbly skips over some cardboard boxes and mumbles a quite apology to the tramp seekin refuge under the boxes (his mommy brought him up right and with manners) as he continues his flight for dear life.......he looks ahead and despair suddenly fills his heart.....its a deadend.........and the distant roar of the motorbike's exhaust is fast catchin up.....he turns around........
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Posted: 2003-04-08 11:07:00
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Please guys, DON"T make fun of fellow ESATO forum members. Just use fictional characters. I don't want a flame war going on here !
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Posted: 2003-04-08 11:45:00
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oh... come ON! fij knows i'm just screwing around with him... he's not gonna start a flame on account of this... i never got him doing anything dirty... it's a way to start giving the story a personal touch... he would probably mention me as well... nothing wrong with it i guess...
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Posted: 2003-04-08 13:16:00
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I personally think cyanx is RIGHT...Plus everyone knows everyone in the garbage...isnt that the whole point???
So knock urself out and use whoever character you like....
this would make the story a lot better, cause it would compelle some lasy a$$e$ to start writting too
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Posted: 2003-04-08 14:45:00
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and Eric had a heart attack and DIED!
***The End***
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Posted: 2003-04-08 16:12:00
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What a dream!!! Eric woke up and realized he was still alive and very horny...the only person he had in his mind was "randyrivera " he wanted him so bad. he took the phonebook, and looked his number up...
Ring ring...
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[ This Message was edited by: jbendaou on 2003-04-08 15:16 ]
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Posted: 2003-04-08 16:14:00
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quit screwing around u guys!!!
try to get back to the story shithappens left...
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Posted: 2003-04-08 16:17:00
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...he turns around, beaten without a hope of escape. He slumps with the weight on his back against the moist brick tenement wall of the alley he ran into. "Is this the promise of America? So-called land of the free," the voice inside himself screams.
He decides, "hell, what could be the worst thing that THAT biker dude Cheri could do to me? He even has to like run the mile I did to get here from the sidestreets. There's no friggin way he could let that bike get in here," talking to himself (from a usurping observer, one could mistake him to be talking to the very same voice francine hears inside her head). "Which means," he continues on mumbling, "I STILL have a head start! And if I could just find someth...BULLSEYE!" He yanks himself to his feet as he happened to see the steps of a metal fire-escape ladder hanging just a few meters away. He ran towards it, made a jump, and grabbed ahold of the metal. Good thing it wasn't that rusty. He pulled his weight up and climbed. Good thing he isn't afraid of heights. He went on climbing double-time until he was levelled on the roof of the next tenement. He made a side-step and jumped to wet concrete, bruising his knees on a not-so-good landing. "Ooow, shit, that hurts!" He makes a peek over the gutter, hidden from view of the perplexed Cheri down below. He couldn't help but chuckle. "That twerp," he says as he shook off the dirt from his bruised palm...
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Posted: 2003-04-08 20:53:00
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