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I just happened to stop at cardplayer for a second:EVENT: EPT Main Event ROUND: 2 BLINDS: 50/100 ANTE: 0 PLAYERS LEFT: 305 of 306 Arnaud Mattern $0 bustedWha na na Mr. Arnaud Mattern

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What What...Innnn the butt. (just singin along with FD).On a side note, where the F u been FD? Get to IRC more fag!

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What What...Innnn the butt. (just singin along with FD).On a side note, where the F u been FD? Get to IRC more fag!
Yeah, I have a lot more free time on my hands now. I quit my job not too long ago!Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!What's the link to IRC?
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Hip............hiphop.............hiphopanonymous??!?!?!
They call me the hiphop-potamuscause I got flows that glow like phosphorousPoppin off the top of this oesophageusNot because I'm a water dwelling mammal from AfricaCalled a hippopotamus I'm not a hippopotamus, I'm a hiphop-potamusWhere did you get the preposterous hypothesis that I was a hippopotamus?Did Steve tell you?What's he got to do with it?Bloody Steve!!
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They call me the hiphop-potamuscause I got flows that glow like phosphorousPoppin off the top of this oesophageusNot because I'm a water dwelling mammal from AfricaCalled a hippopotamus I'm not a hippopotamus, I'm a hiphop-potamusWhere did you get the preposterous hypothesis that I was a hippopotamus?Did Steve tell you?What's he got to do with it?Bloody Steve!!
BE MORE CONSTRUCTIVE WITH YOUR CRITICISM!
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They call me the hiphop-potamuscause I got flows that glow like phosphorousPoppin off the top of this oesophageusNot because I'm a water dwelling mammal from AfricaCalled a hippopotamus I'm not a hippopotamus, I'm a hiphop-potamusWhere did you get the preposterous hypothesis that I was a hippopotamus?Did Steve tell you?What's he got to do with it?Bloody Steve!!
Finally............someone gets the point.
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who are you again?
The details of my life are quite inconsequential. Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
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The details of my life are quite inconsequential. Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
no, no you're the guy who flirts with rcgs shamelessly iirc from my OT lurkings in the past
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The details of my life are quite inconsequential. Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
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