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Anotella
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07.08.2009 16:05:49
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Grupa: Moderator
Lokalizacja: BP City
Posty: 91
#300764
Od: 2009-8-7
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Mam na imię Anotella co widać z tematu  . I piszę też na forum o CA i panfu  |
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Jacksons_Girl
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07.08.2009 20:48:08
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Grupa: Administrator 
Lokalizacja: LBN ... xP
Posty: 129
#300900
Od: 2009-8-7
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Hello  Dałam ci już moda, tak jak mówiłam ;p
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Żegnaj, Michael...  (29.08.1958-25.06.2009)
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky strong is your fighter
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it |
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Anotella
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07.08.2009 21:24:20
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Grupa: Moderator
Lokalizacja: BP City
Posty: 91
#300933
Od: 2009-8-7
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jeszcze raz dzienx |
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Jacksons_Girl
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14.08.2009 17:53:32
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Grupa: Administrator
Lokalizacja: LBN ... xP
Posty: 129
#303873
Od: 2009-8-7
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Please Reklamujcie, reklamujcie xd
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Żegnaj, Michael... (29.08.1958-25.06.2009)
Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky strong is your fighter
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it |
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Michael_Jackson_Girl
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15.08.2009 13:03:29
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Grupa: Moderator
Lokalizacja: Tam gdzie Jackson
Posty: 242
#304305
Od: 2009-8-14
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ja namówiłam taką zitte10 z forum o panfu na rekalmowanie 
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As I came up to the window
Was the sound of a crescendo
He came into her apartament
He left the blood stains
On the carpet
She was underneath the table
You could see she was uneble |
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Anotella
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15.08.2009 17:47:33
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Grupa: Moderator
Lokalizacja: BP City
Posty: 91
#304369
Od: 2009-8-7
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Zitte10 to my znamy |
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Michael_Jackson_Girl
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22.08.2009 08:48:44
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Grupa: Moderator
Lokalizacja: Tam gdzie Jackson
Posty: 242
#309251
Od: 2009-8-14
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Tak ona mówiła że jej już nikt nie lubi że odejdzie z forum i ze świata bo maciejkus jej nie kocha to prawda
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As I came up to the window
Was the sound of a crescendo
He came into her apartament
He left the blood stains
On the carpet
She was underneath the table
You could see she was uneble |
