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Post by Orion M on Jan 16, 2016 22:07:31 GMT -6
Mhmmm, blueberry pie...*licks lips* Down boy down.
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Post by Skill Flea on Jan 17, 2016 1:12:26 GMT -6
Hi... I'm Blew... A certain Flea said I should join up. I'm a creepy pasta virgin basically. *dips back to lurker mode* That's just weird. Who listens to fleas?
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Post by Skill Flea on Jan 17, 2016 1:12:58 GMT -6
Mhmmm, blueberry pie...*licks lips* Down boy down. I second that notion. No cannibalizing the members!
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Post by ParmaJon on Jan 17, 2016 15:10:03 GMT -6
I second that notion. No cannibalizing the members! ;-;
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Post by blewberries on Jan 18, 2016 0:19:09 GMT -6
Nooo! I don't think I'll ever find a safe forum from people who want to eat blueberries!
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Post by Skill Flea on Jan 18, 2016 2:58:43 GMT -6
Well I guess cannibalism kind of goes hand and hand with creepypasta. Maybe the reason I'm not a famous author is because I'm not eating enough blueberries. Totally different from blewberries btw.
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Post by ParmaJon on Jan 18, 2016 3:57:51 GMT -6
I am a completley sane and normal person...with an appetite
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Post by crackedmack on Jan 20, 2016 3:49:08 GMT -6
No cannibalism here, intrepids. Forum Rule #1 as established by me, just now; if you're going to eat anyone, let Midnight Marinara at least prepare it for your first, by our specifications.
Also, good evening newcomers, and welcome.
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Post by Orion M on Jan 20, 2016 8:28:03 GMT -6
We accept you
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Post by ParmaJon on Jan 20, 2016 11:31:16 GMT -6
Can you prepare some...chicken ParmaJon?
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Post by Skill Flea on Jan 20, 2016 13:44:32 GMT -6
Why would you want to eat yourself?
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Post by Orion M on Jan 22, 2016 16:03:05 GMT -6
Why not if prepared by David?
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Post by blewberries on Jan 24, 2016 20:30:48 GMT -6
*hoping no one wants blueberry pie* <.< >.>
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Post by Orion M on Jan 24, 2016 22:43:12 GMT -6
Can't, unless prepared by our lord and master Mr. Shade.... ^( " )^
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Post by lionohday on Jan 26, 2016 19:14:26 GMT -6
* A stranger enters the dingy restaurant. The accumulated filth of countless dinners sticks and sucks on their shoes, as the stranger walks quickly through the establishment. His stride shows purpose and his face shows something you cannot place. *
The man ask the hostess " I'd like to speak with your Chef".
The woman quickly takes the man to the back, making sure no one notices them slip into the back. In the hot crowded kitchen stands a man draped in shadows. Shadows, or the black robe he wears. This dark creature also is clothed in a white chefs hate and apron, to look the part of course.
The man strides over to the apparent chef and says " Is it you"?
The hooded figure turns " Depends on who you're assssking for!"
The man drops his head shaking it in disappointment. " The wrong pasta cooking skeleton" the man says dejectedly. He quietly leaves the restaurant, in embarrassment. Yet he will not give up the search, for he has. Determination.
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