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| Ian |
Dear tranceaddict.
sorry, I'm back.
me. |
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| iclone |
| quote: | Originally posted by UWM
I'm still sorry for that night .. morning .. weekend .. whatever. |
you and me, both. :stongue:
| quote: | | The only problem is that I need to have an itinerary that proves I will be travelling within the next 7 days to even have a sniff at one in anything less than 6-9 months. |
dear brown bottle holder lol,
with the proper fields containing pertinent data, will something like this work?
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-le nik |
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| UWM |
Dear Gay Sparkly Blue Wristband Holder,
I would say it probably would. I'm not certain to the extent to which they attempt to verify the itinerary details - you might know better than I.
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| RJT |
| quote: | Originally posted by UWM
Most Revered RJT and Myra,
'Nilla.
LOL,
Robbobotron |
Dearest Robbobotron -
It DOES taste like the 'nilla!
Hoping for a repeat, yours truly,
RJT |
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| Ian |
Dear dentist
I know you tried to help me with my broken tooth, but this solution hasn't worked. more work for you i reckon
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| iclone |
dear gay sparkly blue wristband owner,
i'm wearing it this weekend, even though it won't totally match my 80's athletic attire.
- moi |
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| SuspicionVandit |
Dear teacher,
I spelled "ty" correctly. what's the problem?
truly,
Suspicion |
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| lücid |
dear heated seats,
*hugz*
lovingly yours,
lucid |
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| chach |
dear RJT,
I think I heart you :gsmile:
- chach |
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| lücid |
dearest chach,
find your own TA boyfriend. :whip:
xoxo
lucid |
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| gehzumteufel |
Dear Lee Lovers,
i get to see Lee TWO nights in a row. and he WILL be at the afterparties with us.
yours truely
the hated
Dear Mel,
im going to TO for NYE, you and thomas should come too.
ben :D |
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| Esiotrat |
*cracks knuckles and gets going*
Dear Mommy,
I don't know what I would do without you. I love you.
Dear Daddy.
Thank you for everything. You're the greatest.
I love you and miss you. <3
Dear Natalia,
It's always the same thing with you. No wonder we never talk anymore.
Dear Dave,
No, I'm not your friend. Do not call me that. I just met you today, have hardly spoken to you since you appear to be a raging idiot, and I don't care to speak to you anymore. No, I don't have Facebook. off.
Dear Tony,
You're a moron. Do you want me to tell your girlfriend what you've been saying? Leave me alone, In fact, just go and die. Please, save everyone the trouble and go jump off a bridge. And take all your ing poetry with you.
Dear Lindt chocolatiers,
You pwn all. <3
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