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 Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 2:33 pm
Welcome to the Fun Stuffs subforum! Here is the place to just go crazy and make topics about whatever! I made this so the first page, which is about business, wouldn't get crowded with non-therapy realated stuff.
So......Have at!
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 8:22 pm
'K. I'm having at it... now what?
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collapsiblbunny Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 9:12 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2006 5:42 pm
I have pretty sweet dance moves *does the chicken dance*
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2006 6:42 pm
Oh Em Gee! Those are the best! *joins*
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2006 10:20 pm
Oh, I don't dance. *shys off into the corner* redface
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collapsiblbunny Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 4:52 pm
Of course you dance...On the internet. xd
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 9:41 pm
W!nd R!der Oh, I don't dance. *shys off into the corner* redface
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hiding under beds Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 6:30 am
I am a male belly dancer in my country redface
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Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 5:00 pm
I do the Vegan Enchilada dance. *does the Vegan Enchilada dance*
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2006 2:24 pm
wtf? ok well i'm doin my OWN dance!! *begins to dance terribly, gives up, turns on a CD player and plays the macarena and begins dancing to it*
heyyyyy macarena!!!!!! is anyone here besides me reminded of macaroni & cheese when they hear this?
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 1:04 pm
Yeah. Hey, you know how when you were young(anyone), and when you heard an unfamiliar word, or just a strange one, you were almost always reminded of something else that sounded like it? When I lived where I do now( I moved away, then moved back), I went to this day-care. There were kids my age, younger, and waaaaaaaaaaay older. Some of the older kids from the elementary school would have to come over after school and either help or just hang out. Well, there was this older girl, named Valery, and everytime I said her name, or someone else did, I could always picture a piece of cellary. I always thought like that. Sometimes, in stores, people's voices even reminded me of other things. It was wierd, but I thought really wierd things when I was little.
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collapsiblbunny Vice Captain
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