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Max Powers Max Powers he thinks he's so great,
But soon he'll go down in the pit of fate.
Then he will realise that no-one likes him,
And then his life will go from light to dim.
He knows no-one will realy care,
And his sad little life ends there.
But soon he'll go down in the pit of fate.
Then he will realise that no-one likes him,
And then his life will go from light to dim.
He knows no-one will realy care,
And his sad little life ends there.
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Max Powers is a good person.
Max = Good
Powers = Thing
Thats how I worked it out.
Max = Good
Powers = Thing
Thats how I worked it out.
Im also not the best at speling as yoo can sea
Well games girl this topic relly relly work for you please do another one.
I would write a poem about her but she did one about me and it was SH*T
at least I can admit im not a poet
I would write a poem about her but she did one about me and it was SH*T
at least I can admit im not a poet
GG is so funny
she likes to do it like a bunny
she goes to do the dance floor to do the newbie shunt
but instead she takes you for a cu*t
she likes to do it like a bunny
she goes to do the dance floor to do the newbie shunt
but instead she takes you for a cu*t
Games Girl wrote:
>Pliskin Pliskin he is a 1 year old
>Everyone hates him as he is told and told
>every night he turns to goo
>sometimes even bits of poo
>soon when death crosses him
>no-one will care.
Hahaha, you are such a childish little thing aren't you, your poem doesn't even rhyme.
No one likes you fool, go play with traffic.
>Pliskin Pliskin he is a 1 year old
>Everyone hates him as he is told and told
>every night he turns to goo
>sometimes even bits of poo
>soon when death crosses him
>no-one will care.
Hahaha, you are such a childish little thing aren't you, your poem doesn't even rhyme.
No one likes you fool, go play with traffic.
It sure is.
It definatly is.
It definatly is.
Ah, so this is what a pit of stinking retards smells like.
Gámë§ Gì ® l ™ wrote:
> Games Girl Wrote:
> Games Girl, games girl she is 5 years old,
> She is told to leave SR, told and told,
> She thinks she is cool,
> But she is a fool,
> Because she smells of rotten mackerel.
>
> *people throw rotten eggs and tomatos at her while yelling " yu
> idiot get off the stage pliskin is nice. You are stupid writing lunatic about yourself"*
>
> Thank you, thank you.
Well Gámë§ Gì®l ™ we now know what do you think of your self.
> Games Girl Wrote:
> Games Girl, games girl she is 5 years old,
> She is told to leave SR, told and told,
> She thinks she is cool,
> But she is a fool,
> Because she smells of rotten mackerel.
>
> *people throw rotten eggs and tomatos at her while yelling " yu
> idiot get off the stage pliskin is nice. You are stupid writing lunatic about yourself"*
>
> Thank you, thank you.
Well Gámë§ Gì®l ™ we now know what do you think of your self.
Pliskin wrote:
> Games Girl, games girl she is 5 years old,
> She is told to leave SR, told and told,
> She thinks she is cool,
> But she is a fool,
> Because she smells of rotten mackerel.
>
> *people throw rotten eggs and tomatos at his while yelling " yu idiot get off the stage games girl is nice."*
>
> Thank you, thank you.
Ah that is better.
> Games Girl, games girl she is 5 years old,
> She is told to leave SR, told and told,
> She thinks she is cool,
> But she is a fool,
> Because she smells of rotten mackerel.
>
> *people throw rotten eggs and tomatos at his while yelling " yu idiot get off the stage games girl is nice."*
>
> Thank you, thank you.
Ah that is better.
Dadio500 wrote:
> Gámë§ Gì ® l ™ wrote:
> Pliskin Pliskin he is a 1 year old
> Everyone hates him as he is told and told
> every night he turns to goo
> sometimes even bits of poo
> soon when death crosses him
> no-one will care.
>
> booo
> *throws tomatoes*
Add some rotten eggs, some smelling onions and tainting milk.
> Gámë§ Gì ® l ™ wrote:
> Pliskin Pliskin he is a 1 year old
> Everyone hates him as he is told and told
> every night he turns to goo
> sometimes even bits of poo
> soon when death crosses him
> no-one will care.
>
> booo
> *throws tomatoes*
Add some rotten eggs, some smelling onions and tainting milk.
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