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 Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 6:51 pm
Well smokers are tall
And boomers are like big balls
The charger is built for power
Where as tanks like to tower
Over everything it sees
Poor witches keep sobbing
"Why do you hate me?"
Stupid jockeys they laugh
At the infection's aftermath
Ninja hunters they growl
They're always on the prowl
A spitter's acid goes everywhere
Seemingly comes outta nowhere
Commons are a b***h in a horde
But good enough when your bored
Unlucky survivors, going through hell
What did Nick do in the safehouse?
Sorry, but Ellis will never tell.
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 6:54 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 6:54 pm
 Holy Cupcakes has a cookieSweet mrgreen I'm glad you liked it.
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