Monday, 6 June 2011

There is a scratch on my guitar.

There is a scratch.


On my guitar.


Zachariah Hanna Lewis, your blood is mine.
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8 comments:

  1. Zach6 June 2011 at 18:10

    THERE IS NOT
    AND HOW DO YOU KNOW MY EMBARRASSING MIDDLE NAME
    D:
    WHAT IS THIS I DON'T EVENNNNNNN

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  2. Elliott6 June 2011 at 18:14

    Yes, there is, and I swear to whatever holy power there is that I will personally make you suffer for every last mark I find on here.

    Sleep well, Mr. Lewis.

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  3. Zach6 June 2011 at 18:15

    ....
    ;_______;
    OHGODSUZESAVEMEEEEE
    EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
    EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
    EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
    /DISTRESS

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  4. Suze6 June 2011 at 18:25

    Everybody -knows- nobody is allowed to bully Zach. (Except me.)

    So if you would kindly back down, buddy, that'd be much appreciated.

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  5. Elliott6 June 2011 at 18:26

    I ain't your buddy, friend.

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  6. Suze6 June 2011 at 18:27

    I ain't your friend, -pal-.

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  7. Elliott6 June 2011 at 18:29

    . . .

    Your use of South Park quotes has persuaded me to overlook this infraction.

    But remember, Mr. Lewis.

    I KNOW WHERE YOU SLEEP.

    <3 Pleasant dreams.

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  8. Zach6 June 2011 at 18:29

    .....
    D:
    THIS IS WORSE THAN A LOVECRAFT NOVEL

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