Author Topic: Radio Hell - Ninth Level  (Read 4239 times)

Michael797

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Re: Radio Hell - Ninth Level
« Reply #120 on: October 19, 2017, 12:50:39 PM »
He would have been 20 tomorrow. Next week he'll be gone six months. It's not true that there are no words, there are plenty. They all begin with "fuck".

So how's things with you?

Eddienhp

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Re: Radio Hell - Ninth Level
« Reply #121 on: October 19, 2017, 02:22:54 PM »
So sorry. F-F-F-F.
My life is better because you were in it. You encouraged me to stretch my wings. I will forever be grateful. Rest in Peace Babe. Till we meet again.

Wheelerswife

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Re: Radio Hell - Ninth Level
« Reply #122 on: October 19, 2017, 04:04:58 PM »
I’m sorry, Michael. I’m screaming FFFFFFF, too!

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Lisa

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Re: Radio Hell - Ninth Level
« Reply #123 on: October 28, 2017, 09:08:49 PM »
I've been thinking of you.
"All the waves must reach the shore before the water calms"-Ray ♡

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Re: Radio Hell - Ninth Level
« Reply #124 on: October 28, 2017, 09:15:24 PM »
I've been thinking of you.

Me too. All the time.
I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other. ~Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

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Newgirl

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Re: Radio Hell - Ninth Level
« Reply #125 on: October 30, 2017, 01:08:12 AM »
The floor is sticky in here, and some asshole pissed in the corner...
This is why we can't have nice studios...

I brought you a stack of virtual plates, Michael, so you may throw them at our virtual chandelier.

The station might be in reruns, but it's still on the air.

Your crusty ass is in my heart, and my thoughts. Send me eff bombs if ever you need to.

It's not fair.

It's a f*cktacular feat of f*ckery, and the f*cking good ones die young. I give two one fingered salutes to the universe on his behalf. Do you hear that, universe? That means you aren't number 1 in my book, that means go f*ck yourself.

If I could build you a sculpture of a middle finger, and put it on a space shuttle, I would send that f*cker first class through the stratosphere, and into the sun.