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Post by Jackson Bailey on Jul 24, 2009 19:53:44 GMT -6
Jackson had his paintball gun. He aimed it at the willow and shot at it. It got mad but Jackson was way away from it. "You can get me tree." He shouted playfully. He laid down on his stomach and shot at the tree. It was swinging its branches like mad.
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Post by Big Bob Grabowski on Jul 24, 2009 21:28:06 GMT -6
Big Bob walked along flipping people off as he walked along because they made fun of him because of his weight... bastards. He found a boy shooting at the willow. Big Bob was not going to allow it. He took the boy reached into his pants and gave him a wedgie pulling the underwear over his head. He kicked the paintball gun out of his hands. "How would you like it if I shot you... you little douche bag!"
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Post by Jackson Bailey on Jul 24, 2009 21:32:57 GMT -6
Jackson kept shooting but felt something. He felt a sharped tug on his underwear. "OWWW! Stop it! OWWW!" He whined and screamed a little. It hurt be on all imagine. He hoped his underwear would rip or something but it was pulled over his face. "Stop it!" He whined. He didn't know who the culprit was but he heard his voice. "Well well..." He was getting bullied already.
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Post by Big Bob Grabowski on Jul 24, 2009 21:38:23 GMT -6
"Oh stop your whining and take it like a little girl you are!" Geez little kids these days. They didn't how to take being pwned. "Shut up or I will sit on you and break every bone in your girly body. Your so ugly the doctor had to get a fishing pole in your mom's vag just to get you out!" Big Bob was a bile teen who loved to pick on the young defenseless wizards. Why not? It was fun. Plus he could always sit on them.
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Post by Jackson Bailey on Jul 25, 2009 7:16:27 GMT -6
Jackson finally got the underwear off his head. He didn't want to pick it out because the crazy kid would hurt him even more. He rolled over and saw the fattest kid he had ever seen. He gave a look of disgust. He stood up slowly and grimaced. "Why do you have to be mean?" He asked and took off running the best he could.
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