no one found that funny M?s. If yall want you can just email me at BradleyW90 at Gmail.com and let me know you're down to play if you aint dealin with Tinychat
everyone is too busy laughing to reply so far, ACTUALLY.
You know I can't play teh bones, and I don't feel like getting rekt over and over. Bill Krozby will play with you he said.
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2015-07-13 at 8:06 AM UTC
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got me some fake plugs lawl
You have a pretty aesthetic face. Forget the rocker shit, start lifting weights/make more money....srs.
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2015-06-26 at 12:20 PM UTC
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Charmed to meet you all
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weak whyte, frothy cuck, and former twink
I'm Bill Krozbyler =) I think I'm gonna like it here.=)
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Give us an account of your real life experiences with poltergeists/ghosts. Try to keep it serious.
When I was about 10 or 12 years old, I walked into my mother's bedroom at about 3 in the morning. She was sleeping on a king-sized, wooden-frame bed, which weighed at least 200-300 pounds. I opened the door and the bed was right there in front of me floating about three or four feet off the floor and rocking gently from side to side and too and fro, just like a boat on calm water. I went into complete shock for a moment and my entire body froze like an icicle. I literally could not even move a single muscle. After about a full 30 seconds, my muscles started to unlock and I walked forward until I was at the foot of the bed. When I got to the bed, it was still floating three to four feet off the floor and gently swaying in mid air. I reached down, feeling like I was caught in slow motion, and passed a hand under one of the legs. It passed right under, back and forth, nothing there holding the bed up. It was no mirage. It was no dream. No trick of the light. Right there I knew it was for real and my life view changed forever. There are invisible people, or creatures, or things, or whatever they are, right behind this curtain of reality we live in, and right there I knew for a positive, verified fact that they are for real.
I walked around to the side of the bed and saw my mother laying there sleeping peacefully as she gently rocked in unison with the bed, just like she was sleeping in a boat on calm water. Then I called out in a loud whisper, "Mom... Mom.... Mom...", getting louder and more urgent each time, but she didn't answer, so I reached out and grabbed her arm firmly and called her again, but she still didn't wake up. The bed continued to float and hover this entire time. Then I yelled really loud, "MOM!!" and twisted her arm a bit and pulled on her, and her eyes finally opened, and at the exact same split second her eyes opened, the bed came crashing down onto the hardwood floor all at once so hard that wisps of dust came up out of the cracks of the floorboards. Then I told her what just happened, but she didn't believe me. It really did happen, though. This is a true story.
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