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ok i'll actually say something. i got my hair cut.
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Sunday, May 11, 2008
POSTING
posted by Naylor at 4:38 PM
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Wow, that was deep. We will have to have so much fun tomorrow that you will have something to post!
u know what? ur pretty much a retard! ruining a perfectly awesome thing by being a dork! whatever! (and i'm pretty sure u don't even have skilzzz!) sometime u should try actually posting! like real words other that posting posting posting! :P
ok that isn't what I ment by post.
Nathan you are such a devoted blogger!! You have so much going on in your life and we luv that you take the time out of your busy...day to post!! JK!! But seriously, you really need to post more, and not just posting, posting, posting!! I mean come on put a little more effort into it!!
i think it's hillarious how brooke is all nice and just a little sarcastic but not me! i just let him have it! LOL! but both of us had the same message! :) POST FOR REALS MORE!
Ya dude!!! ....Your retarded!! BLOG MORE!!
Go Vada, you said it! Post like crazy, Nathan, but not like Derek did!
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