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psyki
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good thinking, sherlock.
you really screwed things up this time.
idiot.
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000404
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Spete
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It were Scahhhhhhhhlet,
in the ballroom --
and with the candlestick.
Professor Plum;
Colonel Mustard;
honourable mention...because you just can't not mention Professor Plum and Colonel Mustard.
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000406
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amy
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colonel mustard and mr bill... the birds of antiquity.
...what? these aren't birds in your mind? i have to go it alone on this one? coffee...
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Marjorie
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Oh, a game!
A wonderous game that is played every day! (and several times a day in L.A. and Chicago)
A game of life.
A game of death.
A game of chance.
And cards.
And who is the best.
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000711
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KindreDSpirit
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Communism was just a red herring.
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020318
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lemonade
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i
am
your singing telegram!
*bang!*
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020325
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clue
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it was me in the playroom with my incessant chatter.
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werewolf
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when i was younger i loved professor plum and miss scarlet. i either wanted to be erudite disciplined, and well educated, or sexy, manipulative, and adventurous. don't tell me i'm reading too much into them...just look at their faces.
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werewolf
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i signed my name clue without noticing it. how odd.
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021226
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Mrs_White_Rabbit
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Yes I did it
I killed Yvette
I.. hated her...
SO. MUCH.
The feel ..it...it.
flames...flames..FLAMES
on the SIDES OF MY FACE
heavi..breathle...heaving breaths
HEAVING
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celestias shadow
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this is the bestest game. I used to play it obsessively when I was about nine. I was always Miss Scarlet- like werewolf said, I wanted to be the pretty, mysterious, sexy one. Then I started being Mrs White because somehow it was ALWAYS her. Always. I liked being the guilty one. Anyone got a psychoanalysis for that?
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anonymous
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-_-
I don't get it. I know in my heart if Jesus existed he would give me a clue. I am not talking about some old book with scary stories - I mean he would really get down with me and chill!
But the funny thing is...
I was walking home a few days ago passed the ghetto and three guys pulled me into an ally so deep and narrow it was like a tunnel. When I saw the first guy start to unzip his pants I just drop to my knees and started praying. Oh GOD! Oh GOD! oh GOD!
He just looked down at me and pulled out his nasty weenie and said - yah grl that's jus wherr I wans ya ta b. Then he tore at my t-shirt until my breasts where exposed. Then pinched my nipple soooo hard with a twist I almost fainted.
I could smell his stinky crotch as he pulled me near. I wanted to scream -- but all I do was whisper. No lord, please no.
Then I heard a whoop whoop cop car thingie sound and saw a bright light shine at the end of the tunnel. Next thing I knew they all ran like roaches when you turn on the light.
OK so -- it was no burning bush but it sure saved mine! Perhaps I'll have to reconsider this thing called faith!
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040218
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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