I have just received notice.. my blogs were deleted, due to low server space.. let's please, take a moment of silence to remember the greatest blogs in history.
My words, have been snuffed out, like a prom night dumpster baby. I now know how those babies felt.. my blogs, were defenseless, against you staff members. They were to young, to fragile, AND YOU TOOK THEIR INNOCENCE. You all have opened the gates of hell. I spent MINUTES writing those blogs, nurturing them, talking to them, proof treading, spent more time in the proper capitalization of those blogs, than ANYONE EVER HAS WHEN THEY SUBMIT A BLOG. My children, my poor, helpless, defenseless children, were snuffed out.
However, ravens blogs still stand, sitting there, taunting me. Why, WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE MINE!? They were a masterpiece. The funniest thing to grace this game since the mansion, the tent, and whatever the fuck MiT was called! It was our last glimmer of hope. A world of what once was, now they are lost forever. Deleted, and destroyed into a thousand pieces.
STORM YOU HAVE DESTROYED THE HOLIEST OF THINGS.. I am calling you out. I will see you, at high noon, our attire must consist of no undies, but of only our chaps, and a deaf leapoard shirt on. Please be prepared, as I am seeking justice.
This will be a showdown of the likes that TMB has ever seen. At high noon, back to back we shall walk 2 paces, and then we will turn around, and the person who gets the fastest boner, wins.
Be prepared , Storm..
My words, have been snuffed out, like a prom night dumpster baby. I now know how those babies felt.. my blogs, were defenseless, against you staff members. They were to young, to fragile, AND YOU TOOK THEIR INNOCENCE. You all have opened the gates of hell. I spent MINUTES writing those blogs, nurturing them, talking to them, proof treading, spent more time in the proper capitalization of those blogs, than ANYONE EVER HAS WHEN THEY SUBMIT A BLOG. My children, my poor, helpless, defenseless children, were snuffed out.
However, ravens blogs still stand, sitting there, taunting me. Why, WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE MINE!? They were a masterpiece. The funniest thing to grace this game since the mansion, the tent, and whatever the fuck MiT was called! It was our last glimmer of hope. A world of what once was, now they are lost forever. Deleted, and destroyed into a thousand pieces.
STORM YOU HAVE DESTROYED THE HOLIEST OF THINGS.. I am calling you out. I will see you, at high noon, our attire must consist of no undies, but of only our chaps, and a deaf leapoard shirt on. Please be prepared, as I am seeking justice.
This will be a showdown of the likes that TMB has ever seen. At high noon, back to back we shall walk 2 paces, and then we will turn around, and the person who gets the fastest boner, wins.
Be prepared , Storm..
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