luniara [2011-11-13 23:34:59 +0000 UTC]

*wave* Hello, hello!

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CourageWielder [2008-12-07 21:36:56 +0000 UTC]

You're a DBZ fan as well, no?

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CiVeg [2008-10-12 16:25:32 +0000 UTC]

random deviant!!

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Rai-Kuga [2007-05-01 03:17:36 +0000 UTC]

my username is Chicklette.

and my laptop breaking is nothing to chuckle about! I cried in front of total strangers.

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android18 [2007-04-03 05:00:49 +0000 UTC]

miss you. wish you'd get on more. maybe we'll have more time this summer, b/c you have landed the role as my villian. ^-^

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luniara [2007-02-15 13:13:40 +0000 UTC]

wellswellswells.

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android18 [2007-01-19 04:56:55 +0000 UTC]

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android18 [2006-12-27 20:12:45 +0000 UTC]

You wake up in a red room with no windows and doors, DON'T panic.. you're just in my heart!!! Send this to all the friends you want to keep forever...

Today is Bestfriend Day. Send this to all of your friends, and me if I am one. If you get 7 back you are LOVED!!! Here are the numbers of what kind of friend you are based on how many you get back..

1-3 ~ you're a bad friend
4-6 ~ you're an okay friend
7-9 ~ you're a good friend
10+ ~ you're great friend

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android18 [2006-12-13 21:48:05 +0000 UTC]

YOU’VE BEEN POKED!

If you've been poked it shows that you are either a very good friend or a very good artist. If you have been poked then you must poke at least five people on DA that you view as a great friend or a great artist as well as the one who poked you. Happy Poking!

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android18 [2006-11-02 07:03:31 +0000 UTC]

*poke* Alfred...

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Twinsoul [2006-08-11 18:04:46 +0000 UTC]

Hoy! I've re-opened my Rpg board just to let you know if you are interested in coming back.
Here's the link : [link]

Hopefully you havent vanish into thin air. O_O

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android18 [2006-04-28 18:14:57 +0000 UTC]

Al where in the hell have you been. never on aol anymore....... hey check out my new poem. I want to see if you can make any sense of it at all.

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AbbadonFlare [2006-04-16 02:54:47 +0000 UTC]

you suck ass

Eliptica
Twas a humid night in the hearth of New York City. A brisk breeze diffused the sweet scent of fresh autumn leaves across a desolate street. Out of a dim alley way, loomed a gaunt tall man in a grey trench coat.
This man crept into the local café in the corner of the room, assimilating the homely comfort of congenial wooden chairs and tatty tables. A weathered fedora covered his bright green eyes in an emaciated shadow, a tear dropped from his youthful façade, staining his frock. Recently promoted as a first-class artillery and tactical weapons agent by a local drunk known as “Sigmund the II”, he anxiously awaited putting his talents to use. Bracing himself for a captivating mission, he armed himself with no more than various assortments of used maxi pads, a misshapen condom and a chimp named Dezzy with an unquenchable thirst for “things that go bounce”.
Tonight would be the night to remember, a night for honorable citizens and innovative heroes, a night for the dignity and appraisal of man’s kindness and flourishing intelligence. The night Leroy would use every skill and cunning he possessed to shit in the Prime Ministers punch bowl.
Leroy stroked a rubbery red ball.
This would not be an easy task. Shitting is easy enough, whether squatting over a lemonade stand or pinching a piping hot loaf in a Thanks Giving turkey. But defecating in a Punch bowl! That’s a different story my friend! For nothing can amount to tricky, yet well meaning charm and satisfaction of squeezing bright golden nuggets into a Canadian’s punch bowl.
Leroy lumbered out of the café to the upper part of its annex. Staring at a beautiful violet sky, Leroy breathed the sweet atmosphere of the night, absorbing every precious sentiment of this ecstasy, the sheer genius of his diabolical plan. Screeching a series of high-pitched poodle like yips, he leapt off the top of the building, cracking his head against the windowsill adjacent to the café. Head gushing with blood and cerebral tissue, he felt he was ready to cross the border, which was just two blocks away.
When Leroy arrived at the border, he spotted a inconspicuous little cabin. Here lied the humble abode of a sexy old borderman. Leroy trudged into this enchanting building. “Sweet Meats,” said the borderman in a soft husky voice. Infuriated, Leroy cracked a frozen piece of beef over this elderly mans fuzzy head. Dezzy then lunged out of Leroy’s trousers to finish the job. Dezzy, as I have said before, likes “things that go bounce” and this elderly man wasn’t just any old man, he was a “bouncy” old man, unfortunately for him. Within seconds, Dezzy left the borderman in a sticky bruised heap in the filthiest corner of the room. Poor old chap. Alas, Dezzy gave him a Beef Gordita with way too much mayonnaise.
Well, that solved any technical difficulties and everyone was full of gayety and gladness, except the old man, who was now hocking up huge chunks of runny sputum. “Now crossing the border,” whispered Leroy into Power Rangers Walkie-Talkie. “Great, now, there is a large mine field in front of you. Walk across it, dear friend, and hope that you don’t become fish paste,” ordered Sigmund the II in a slow condescending manner. Without the slightest hint of hesitation, Leroy heaved Dezzy into the core of the minefield. We can safely say that Dezzy went to a better place. But mostly into the pot-parched gullets of the cannibalistic hobos that roamed these fields.
With the explosives detonated, Leroy happily cavorted past the chimp-strewn clearing, reciting an ancient hymn that didn't quite rhyme or make any sense, maybe he heard it from years of military experience, or perhaps from swallowing too many of those pink colored pills:


“A string lies alone in a green luscious forest,
Oh how many things can be achieved with this thin little scrap?

Perhaps I’ll exploit it with intelligence,
That’s right
I’ll wrap it around my nipple as a fashion statement,
And what would my sickeningly uptight old neighbors think?

Or maybe I’ll stroke it,
Pretending it’s a cuddly rabbit I’ll call “Pipkin”
So soft and sensual this worn little string,

Then again, I could always make a rock band,
With a good little string what couldn’t you do?

(nasty squelching noises)

And if the band breaks I’ll vomit in fury defecating all over Pipkin,

This string, How dare it!

Brandishing these lurid ideas,

(nasty squelching noises)

The string lies alone, and alone it should stay……..”

“Oh my, what a lovely song” exclaimed a vampire from the horizon. The vampire hovered over Leroy in a blood lusting haze. “But sir, wouldn’t you prefer some frothy tea,” offered Leroy, dipping one of his used maxi pads in a cup of steaming water. “Oh, why thank you good man,” said the vampire in an unmistakably British accent. The vampire casually flew into the night sipping at his freshly steaming delicacy, soon assaulted by a gang of flesh hungry hicks, checker plaid! The fattest most buck-toothed hick ( affectionately known by his colleagues as “Nasty Nate”) towered over the wounded vampire letting out a hearty guffaw. “Hyuck Hyuck Hyuck”. Pumping hot pig breath down the vampires throat he grinned, then bellowed, “Spread yo’ legs boy, cuz’ I’m gonna butter yo’ bread.”
Leroy casually watched this monstrous act and walked straight on. he would not help his dear friend vampire. Never interfere with a hick and his prey. It’s in the golden book of rules, also known as Kinky Kentucky’s annual release of Ms. Farm Tickler. He was sure the vampire would understand, (fraught screaming and banjos heard from the distance, followed by thumping and more guffawing).
He transcended these obstacles, now it was time to head for the Prime Ministers current home, known other than the Crimson Complex, protected by a bald hobbling fat guy with so much testosterone that pubic hair grew on his short stubby fingers. The fat guy spent most of his days at the complex devouring large buckets of his chicken while jerking off to acclaimed celebrities like Jabba the Hutt and Fidel Castro. He never needed lubricant either; he had buckets of chicken. Accompanied with various other pork, turkey, and chicken byproducts he made his true bride, and oh my, he was like a piston in a streamliner engine room with his lovely beef.
Each scrap of chicken put to its maximum usage. Not once, not ever did the fat guy ever leave his chicken “unboned,” lest he look for live meat, fresh meat, possibly women? No. The ladies never turned their faces towards this bleeding example of nobility. Oh well, his crudely fried chicken still loved him (though they would have squawked for their lives have they been alive during his lascivious dealings). Fortunately, for Leroy the fat guy kicked the bucket, the chicken bucket of course! The fat guy choked on his last “bone” during an action-packed episode of Animal Planet.
Leroy didn’t expect anyone to guard the prime minister’s complex, lucky for him too! He might have become newest edition to the fat guy’s fetish for fowl had he been alive. Waltzing throughout renaissance styled halls and illustrious art galleries, which he cleverly covered with the “used” scraps of chicken. Every conceivable mouthwash and condiment tainted by these delectable delicacies.
Finally the moment we’ve been waiting for arrives, for all of you brave souls who held your vomit for the end, in which you’ll scream with delirious pleasure and smile like a donut. I’ll suspend you no longer.
Leroy finally spots his treasure, his true prize set before him. The room was silent as death except for the low hum of indigo lasers in furious latticework engulfing the punchbowl in a spidery dome; but his prize wouldn’t be this easy. In the wake of this mellow radiation stood twelve male dwarves in elaborate black satin tuxedos, wielding fuzzy Goofy hats and shiny crowbars.

(Honky-tonk piano playing floods the room)

The dwarves began to do this rigid Latin dancing as the music begins to play. Leroy flings to the side evasively avoiding a dwarf’s harmless dance moves, he bashes the crowbar into the dwarf’s short black curly hair. The dwarf started frothing at mouth , but not from pain. He recklessly chucked the crowbar out the window and carefully put on the goofy hat, proceeding to kick the shit out of the dwarves, (in style, which is why he wore the fuzzy hat) joyfully frolicking with rosy pink smiles, even as Leroy’s steel-toed-boots crushed their fragile skulls. The surviving dwarves were forced into the fat guys clammy “bathroom”, in Leroy’s hopes that they’d die in their own flatulation. (He placed a M60 in there in the case that the dwarves survive). With the dwarves frantically using the last minutes of their lives lose their virginity in the small squalid room, Leroy could now shit in the punch bowl.

...........................................Leroy stroked himself

The lasers were gone, and so were the drunk angry dwarves. Leroy crept to the punch bowl, face glowing with righteous triumph and dwarf juice; he pulled down his trousers. He enjoyed every luscious second of fresh clumps of dump splashing into his soiling trophy. He wiped his sphincter with the misshapen condom and ferociously licked it with honor, then ducked in the dim hallway.
The Prime Minister waddled into the punch room, why what a beautiful beverage lie before him. “Well, time to wet my whistle.” Leroy could hardly maintain his childish jesting. “He’s gonna chug it, He’s gonna chug it.”
“Wait a second, something is quite wrong with my sweet punch, oh well screw it, what would great unky Taft think?” He swallowed his post-saccharine delicacy gleefully, licking the dribbling juice off his portly chin, slurping every savory drop of this fruity smoothie with much pleasure. “MMMMmmmphhhh……………..MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHH HHH..” And dear minister did not stop chugging until his gullet quenched, which happened to be until he found a curious sensation rising within him, and unfortunately for him, it wasn’t an erection, it was vomit. This vomit wasn’t quite the normal type, oh no, it involved much hocking and runny beeflogs. Leroy did his Cleveland Steamer well. “What is this debauchery,” bubbled the minister in the midst of his oral defecation. I will send the hounds of hell upon you Leroy, I curse the name! He frothed and seethed and some other ridiculous behaviours people do when their mad.
Leroy probably made it out, tough little guy he is. There’s recently been an uproar in Canada, The prime ministers been complaining about a mysterious white ring in his lower abdomen and heightening taxes in poverty, it could be an economic need for additional monetary funds, or perhaps the hicks got sick of the vampire.

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Rai-Kuga [2006-03-07 04:02:38 +0000 UTC]

Uh. Gra.

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Trixen [2006-01-13 19:40:12 +0000 UTC]

Murgle..

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d3mongurl [2005-04-26 01:13:21 +0000 UTC]

where ARE you??!
yes, YOU.
*evil laugh*
ok well get on so we can chat capn its been a long time XD

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pennylanelives [2005-03-22 02:29:47 +0000 UTC]

*licks you upside the face* love you, allie! *runs away*

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chuu [2005-02-16 13:26:58 +0000 UTC]

i know its like totalllyyy random but what the hey
*tackle glomps to the power of a thousand*
live long and prosper he hee...okayyy, okay, im going eeessh

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pumpkinsareholy [2004-11-24 19:51:18 +0000 UTC]

megaman rules ^^

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KiarriaCatt [2004-10-07 03:21:41 +0000 UTC]

Yay! another friend!thanks for adding me! and to think, in a few short weeks, I'll see you in person.

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android18 [2004-09-13 05:01:06 +0000 UTC]

why is it everyone is my life is a hypocrit?? you yell at holly for pulling the same stuff you pulled on me. my protector? thats absurd. you obviously dont care, b/c you really hurt me. thats ok. youre just like every other guy. ill move on. but its really sickening. you at least didnt have to tell me i was just a rebound. i think i would have been better off not knowing. thats what really upset me. i cant BELIevE you. i thought you were really sincere, a sweet guy, a GOOD guy. my mom was right. and im so sorry i didnt listen. guess since youre saying bye to Holly, you can say bye to me too. no pointin still being your little Holly replacement. Im April, and I'll find someone who really cares, and doesnt see me as a 'almost somebody else.' whatever Al. just what the hell ever.

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hollyw0uld20 [2004-09-09 02:46:15 +0000 UTC]

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pennylanelives [2004-08-27 22:13:57 +0000 UTC]

Thank you SO much for the !!!!!!!!!!!

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pennylanelives [2004-08-25 20:27:53 +0000 UTC]

Thanks a lot.

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Rai-Kuga [2004-08-21 03:18:57 +0000 UTC]

.... O_o your ID scares me AL.

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pennylanelives [2004-08-17 20:57:51 +0000 UTC]

They come a'runnin' just as fast as they can, cause every girl's crazy bout a sharp dressed man! Ow!

Heeeee heeee heeeee.

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Twinsoul [2004-07-26 01:25:24 +0000 UTC]

Just passing by to say Howdy!
I'll be posting in the rpg as soon I break my writers block. You still can post before me if you wish.

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luniara [2004-07-10 00:44:36 +0000 UTC]

*gets scared of DA ID* I..I can't breathe!!!!

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windfalcon [2004-06-07 02:22:56 +0000 UTC]

YOU ARE MALE!!! :male: AAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH!

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chuu [2004-05-20 12:06:45 +0000 UTC]

bahh, you don't seem to have it either

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chuu [2004-04-14 10:42:44 +0000 UTC]

yay for the upcoming 4k

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Cl0ver [2004-04-03 04:55:59 +0000 UTC]

I was drawn in by your inconcievably sexy icon I likes your gallery!! ^_^ yay!! someone new to stalk!!

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android18 [2004-04-01 17:02:56 +0000 UTC]

*sigh* ...

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pennylanelives [2004-03-15 23:00:01 +0000 UTC]

Thank you SOOOOO much for the favourite!!! My first one!!!

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pennylanelives [2004-03-13 23:19:49 +0000 UTC]

Sell the kids for food, weather changes moods.

Love yah!

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chuu [2004-03-06 23:01:01 +0000 UTC]

mine kitty, mine cute kitty :3

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bincola [2004-03-01 08:26:32 +0000 UTC]

hey your the dragonballdeviants jester, hahahaha dats so cool

now dance fool, dance with bells for mine own amusment

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