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Post by Ace Gordon on Jul 6, 2012 0:06:32 GMT -5
I'm bald.
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Post by King Frosti Zernow on Jul 6, 2012 0:44:13 GMT -5
I'm small.
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Misty Giles
 Prejury 
I'm hiding in the corner from all the sausages
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Post by Misty Giles on Jul 6, 2012 0:48:10 GMT -5
Good luck everyone!
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Post by Juddy Bear on Jul 6, 2012 1:28:53 GMT -5
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Post by Kelly Sharbaugh on Jul 6, 2012 4:04:43 GMT -5
Hello everyone!
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Post by Jay Byars on Jul 6, 2012 6:55:46 GMT -5
Hello! Who wants to play with my sausage?  |
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Post by Kelly Sharbaugh on Jul 6, 2012 7:24:22 GMT -5
Hello! Who wants to play with my sausage? Oh my!YES!! |
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Post by Coach on Jul 6, 2012 7:51:08 GMT -5
A fell wind is blowing through the trees. Listen carefully to the sounds it makes. These sounds...they spell only one thing. Is it destiny? I'm not sure.
All I know is that I am here...and well...as the eagle soars through the mountain air, some things will come to pass.
Let us gather around and listen to the wind...together.
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Post by Ted Rogers on Jul 6, 2012 7:53:28 GMT -5
Tell us a story coach!
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Post by Coach on Jul 6, 2012 8:00:57 GMT -5
Very well, let us begin.
Many years ago in the ocean there was a small fish. That fish was often bullied by its peers. You may think the life of the fish to be carefree but...well you'd be wrong...on that account. In the fish world there are many problems. Life, is all about problems and finding the solutions.
Now this little fish, it knew there was a destiny. It wanted to swim against the current to make it back home to the breeding grounds. Despite being the runt and the fish who could not make it into any shoal. It tried to swim alone but the currents were harsh. Despondently, the small fish lay dormant and awaited its death as the other fish would sneer.
However the winds changed. The current shifted. All of the fish who were swimming before, many died. The small fish was still alive and because the currents had changed it was free to swim up the river and return to its home. There it met a mate and its destiny became fulfilled. Many of the other fish didn't make it, the ones who once sneered and laughed.
You see, everything has a time. And that fish wasn't meant to swim up that river at that time. But it waited, the time was not right. Our time will come, each and every one of us. But if it is not yet your time, don't fret. Just wait and enjoy the bounty that life offers. For we all are like the little fish, flailing against the currents until we meet our destiny.
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Post by Host Lex on Jul 6, 2012 9:21:11 GMT -5
Truly inspiring
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Post by Mary Sartain on Jul 6, 2012 12:23:44 GMT -5
hey sweeties!!! There are a lot of handsome men in this cast! I would definitively to spend some more time with you guys  |
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Post by Darrah Johnson on Jul 6, 2012 13:22:45 GMT -5
Hello! Who wants to play with my sausage? Oh my!YES!! Seems like we got a slut on our tribe..  |
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Post by Semhar Tadesse on Jul 6, 2012 13:44:17 GMT -5
Seems like we got a slut on our tribe.. Seems like you have two: hey sweeties!!! There are a lot of handsome men in this cast! I would definitively to spend some more time with you guys A fell wind is blowing through the trees. Listen carefully to the sounds it makes. These sounds...they spell only one thing. Is it destiny? I'm not sure. All I know is that I am here...and well...as the eagle soars through the mountain air, some things will come to pass. Let us gather around and listen to the wind...together. Coach, that's one solid prose you have there. We should exchange verses sometime! |
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Post by Juddy Bear on Jul 6, 2012 13:48:26 GMT -5
Hello! Who wants to play with my sausage? |
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