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Dugination
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Birthday: 7/3/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, stamp collecting.
Expertise: needed.
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AIM:  ThewaytoInfinity
Member Since:
8/25/2003
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| Welcome to Butterfly Island! In this tropical paradise, the sun
is brighter, the sky is bluer and it feels like magic is in the
air! From morning to night, the ponies are having fun and meeting
new friends-like the magical pegasus ponies that soar through the
sky! At Butterfly Island anything can happen, and new adventures
are always just around the corner!
Sew-and-So is making quite a splash in her brand new sarong. She
made it herself, and she just might make one for her little monkey
friend!
...................Thanks Tim.
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| BIRTHDBIRTHDAY BIRTHDAY BIRTHDAY BIRTHDAY BIRTHDAY BIRTHDAY BIRTHDAY
BIRTHDAY BIRTHDAY BIRTHDAY BIRTHDAYBIRTHDAY BIRTHDAY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!
mine. July 3rd.
other aknowledgements...
julie ducharmay-july 1
molly macamazing-july 2
our country, my mom- july 4
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| In the summer of 2005, the Pixies came to take the children. And they took them.
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Danielle Dugie: Amèlia Daudette, a radical
anarchist and outspoken advocate of violent revolution against the
French nobility prior to the Reign of Terror. As a small child, she was
forced to watch her mother slowly whither away and die of starvation,
having sacrificed what meager food she could afford to her daughter.
Left alone in the world at a young age, Amèlia found comfort in her
seething rage at the fat and sleek pigs of Paris, the bastards that
twittered and ate brie while her mother slowly died. Now, speaking loud
and fast through a haze of noise, heat and anger, she calls her fellow
Frenchmen to action. The crowd cheers hoarsely and with Amèlia in the
lead, they march steadily in a stream of fiery torches towards the
high-class end of Paris. As doors are broken into, violent fires ignite elegant mansions, and the panicked screams of “sauvez-moi! Sauvez-moi! Oh, mon Dieu!” ring through the night, she stands in the middle of the street, smiling. “The time has come, mes camarades,
to wrest our nation out of the grasp of the pigs, and let the blood of
any man that stands in your way flow like the lush red wine enjoyed by
the sweat of our brows for too long!”
-Bill Maduas
Oh Bill. Bill, Bill, Bill. I want to marry you sometimes.
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| Does anybody know what time it is in Judecca?
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