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[froodle]

I suppose I should probably wish the vile and disgusting Hex a two-days-late happy birthday, but I don't really want to, since she'd just claim her bisexual Wiccan powers told her I'd do so in advance.

Of course, I could be really mean and write something like:

HEX I LUV U HUNNI LOL!!!!!!111111!!!!11

and make everyone think that she was friends with a total retard, thus causing them to despise her, but even my evil has limits.

For those of you who have trouble reading between the lines, that was a "You are what you hang with"-themed message, with just a hint of "Learn to spell, you fucking idiots!" thrown in for flavouring.

Comments

[froodle]

I hope you die.

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

mmmmmm marshmallow.

lets see you try and remember what This post was about!

[froodle]

I remember, you bitch.

Froodletopia is officially cutting its ties with Hexworld and abandoning to it's neighbouring countries.

Le ha! Let's see you get on without my doll army and brave and handsome Captain Thrifty to protect you.

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

i have my own army...
somewhere.
Shutup!


mmm this solitaire game is infinitely more interesting than cat ever was.
and i do have an army.. the bluekey army. they're radioactive.

get cancer bitch.

[froodle]

This is like the time you said you had friends when really you were just talking to a random man at the bus stop, isn't it?

[clay-mans-maker.livejournal.com]

he wasnt random. and i doubt that he was a man.... called himself stri.. striker? strider!


yes. definately... something like that..

you know the national trust wants to take pictures of me. bloody paeds. and im far too old. fuckwits.