Zilch: Focus on pros, eliminate cons.
Lehn wrote:Hmmmmm… *pokes fainted Zilch* Sorry kido, apparently all the other fanboys kidnapped all the plushies. But I found her, so here's your chance to ask her out on a date.... ]http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v297/FireAngel2707/rikku_comic.jpg[/IMG]
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[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]I remember that one fateful day when Coach took me aside. I knew what was coming. "You don't have to tell me," I said. "I'm off the team, aren't I?" "Well," said Coach, "you never were really ON the team. You made that uniform you're wearing out of rags and towels, and your helmet is a toy space helmet. You show up at practice and then either steal the ball and make us chase you to get it back, or you try to tackle people at inappropriate times." It was all true what he was saying. And yet, I thought something is brewing inside the head of this Coach. He sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can mold. But that's when I felt the handcuffs go on.
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]I remember that one fateful day when Coach took me aside. I knew what was coming. "You don't have to tell me," I said. "I'm off the team, aren't I?" "Well," said Coach, "you never were really ON the team. You made that uniform you're wearing out of rags and towels, and your helmet is a toy space helmet. You show up at practice and then either steal the ball and make us chase you to get it back, or you try to tackle people at inappropriate times." It was all true what he was saying. And yet, I thought something is brewing inside the head of this Coach. He sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can mold. But that's when I felt the handcuffs go on.
?Como estas senior Zilcho?
?Yo todos los vamos tu amigo juan?
si si. !!!No voy a la complianos en el nueve de ocho!!!!
Yo gordo es mui suprendido!! Tu junlanio mositos en Mehicano!!!
YEEEE-PA YEEEE-PA UNDERE UNDERE YEEEEEEE-PAA!!!
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]I remember that one fateful day when Coach took me aside. I knew what was coming. "You don't have to tell me," I said. "I'm off the team, aren't I?" "Well," said Coach, "you never were really ON the team. You made that uniform you're wearing out of rags and towels, and your helmet is a toy space helmet. You show up at practice and then either steal the ball and make us chase you to get it back, or you try to tackle people at inappropriate times." It was all true what he was saying. And yet, I thought something is brewing inside the head of this Coach. He sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can mold. But that's when I felt the handcuffs go on.
'Zarn' wrote:You know, you could always mention us in your plays, my man...you know, nicely....without making me sound like a snot nose ten year old. Somthing Good? There might be a Title of Official Playwright of the Knights of C.A.A in it for you...
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