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 | Hey, Lees. Thanks for sending me that PM telling me how awesomely awesome you think I am. Most people only come to the Sandbox to read my witty and riveting post. However, I don't need your praise, you sound fat. | |
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| Hey, don't get pissy. When most chics see my pictures they do get enamored with me. It's a curse. No, you do not have a chance with me. My heart, if I had one, belongs to another. Besides, I don't dig fat chics. Hey, do you want my number? You could call me and breath hard. No, not to turn me on, because most fat people get shortness of breath from walking. | |
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| Hey, now. Give it a rest. I will not meet you, I know you think of me as a God. But let it go. I get that you think I am the most awesome person on the Sandbox, but when I converse with you....me=bored. DISMISSED! | |
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