lets go who wants to start
majech
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Originally posted by Drewg81
What does ITT mean??? Is that new?
I'm getting too old for this shit.
I have no idea, but I do know that "erotic" and Africa Pro have never and will never be in the same sentence...
Laggo...explain yourself.
What does ITT mean??? Is that new?
I'm getting too old for this shit.
I have no idea, but I do know that "erotic" and Africa Pro have never and will never be in the same sentence...
Laggo...explain yourself.
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Originally posted by Chet Avery
http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t267/jdmt37/vida21.jpg
I would pop that bubble, lol.
http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t267/jdmt37/vida21.jpg
I would pop that bubble, lol.
Last edited Aug 1, 2008 11:16:54
RTJakarta
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Originally posted by soapbox
If GLB were the internet, APL would be 4chan
Is perhaps most realistic statement.
If GLB were the internet, APL would be 4chan
Is perhaps most realistic statement.
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Originally posted by Chet Avery
http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t267/jdmt37/vida21.jpg
Was this what Laggo was talking about when he started this?
http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t267/jdmt37/vida21.jpg
Was this what Laggo was talking about when he started this?
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17-1 sounded a lot better than it felt, and Laggo could tell you that a thousand times over.
It was a disappointment. He was disappointed.
Disappointed.
Disappointed doesn’t even begin to cover the range of emotions pulsing through him since then. But it’s what the team had decided to go with, so he stuck with it for his story.
Still, it was over – done – finished.
And every time he tried to tell himself that it was just a game, it damn near killed him.
Because to say it was just that, would be to say that it was just a loss in just a season; a season gone perfectly wrong. And Laggo still didn’t want to believe it.
Laggo rubbed his hand over his face again as he settled down on his couch with a cold beer, clad in just a t-shirt and pajama bottoms, forcing himself not to think about it. About him.
But not much had been able to stop the thoughts that invaded his mind. It had been almost three days since the game, and there was still no call. Not even an email. And Laggo was starting to really worry.
After a moment, he tries a new approach to the ongoing argument. The fact that maybe, just maybe, this was all his fault. Yes, it was all SheVegas’s fault.
The gears turn quicker in his head as he tries to work it out. He thinks back to almost three weeks ago when he got the phone call.
XXX
"I don’t think we should do this anymore.”
“Um, what?”
“I don’t thin-”
“Oh, I heard you, but what?”
SheVegas clears his throat before simply repeating, “We shouldn’t do this anymore.”
Laggo’s breath hitches in his throat and he shakes his head, trying to work this one through. The man could build a team from scratch, but no way in hell could he see where this was coming from or going to.
“What the hell does that mean, SheVegas?” he asks flustered and ticked off.
“You know what it means, Laggo.”
“Are you… breaking up with me?” Laggo can’t for the life of him, ever remember anyone dumping him. And he’s not about to let it happen now, even if it is SheVegas.
“Yeah, guess I am,” the Blood Diamond's owner states nonchalantly.
“If this is about the Lazy Town thing,” Laggo tries quickly, “I swear I was only kidding about even thinking of you wearing my Stephanie shirt… in public.”
“Laggo, I’m serious,” remarks SheVegas, sounding more annoyed. “This can’t go on anymore – you and me.”
“Why the hell not?” a pissed-off Laggo asks.
“It wouldn’t be fair,” he says slowly, “to RTJakarta.”
“To RTJakarta?! What kind of bullshit answer is th
It was a disappointment. He was disappointed.
Disappointed.
Disappointed doesn’t even begin to cover the range of emotions pulsing through him since then. But it’s what the team had decided to go with, so he stuck with it for his story.
Still, it was over – done – finished.
And every time he tried to tell himself that it was just a game, it damn near killed him.
Because to say it was just that, would be to say that it was just a loss in just a season; a season gone perfectly wrong. And Laggo still didn’t want to believe it.
Laggo rubbed his hand over his face again as he settled down on his couch with a cold beer, clad in just a t-shirt and pajama bottoms, forcing himself not to think about it. About him.
But not much had been able to stop the thoughts that invaded his mind. It had been almost three days since the game, and there was still no call. Not even an email. And Laggo was starting to really worry.
After a moment, he tries a new approach to the ongoing argument. The fact that maybe, just maybe, this was all his fault. Yes, it was all SheVegas’s fault.
The gears turn quicker in his head as he tries to work it out. He thinks back to almost three weeks ago when he got the phone call.
XXX
"I don’t think we should do this anymore.”
“Um, what?”
“I don’t thin-”
“Oh, I heard you, but what?”
SheVegas clears his throat before simply repeating, “We shouldn’t do this anymore.”
Laggo’s breath hitches in his throat and he shakes his head, trying to work this one through. The man could build a team from scratch, but no way in hell could he see where this was coming from or going to.
“What the hell does that mean, SheVegas?” he asks flustered and ticked off.
“You know what it means, Laggo.”
“Are you… breaking up with me?” Laggo can’t for the life of him, ever remember anyone dumping him. And he’s not about to let it happen now, even if it is SheVegas.
“Yeah, guess I am,” the Blood Diamond's owner states nonchalantly.
“If this is about the Lazy Town thing,” Laggo tries quickly, “I swear I was only kidding about even thinking of you wearing my Stephanie shirt… in public.”
“Laggo, I’m serious,” remarks SheVegas, sounding more annoyed. “This can’t go on anymore – you and me.”
“Why the hell not?” a pissed-off Laggo asks.
“It wouldn’t be fair,” he says slowly, “to RTJakarta.”
“To RTJakarta?! What kind of bullshit answer is th
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