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naam: Bat
latijns:sceliphron destillatorium - muurspinnendoder
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To Bat. 		Wheeeeeeee..... Bat, 03 Jun 2003 19:22
Oh. Sorry, just got carried away.

To Bat. 		''It was me''secrets.here Bat, 28 Apr 2002 09:48
Yikes.

(I think you're safe though; I don't believe any
of the things you confessed to are prosecutable
offenses. Leastwise, I don't think you'll be
looking at hard time.)

To Bat. 		Bug personalities Bat, 28 Apr 2002 08:32
Upon further examination, I realize the bug I have
chosen is a wasp. Wasps are aggressive, mean little things that can deliver a nasty, bone-jarring sting even when dead.

I am neither aggressive, nor mean, and I am fairly
certain I will not sting when dead. Is it possible
to have a bug change? I promise to give proper
consideration to the bug selection before making
my choice this time. Honest.

To Emmepem. 		If you realy want to change? Emmepem, 29 Apr 2002 23:57
You can have my bug, i'm a kind of tired being a butterfly.

To Bat. 		Scarymime.here Bat, 26 Apr 2002 13:22
but it doesn't really explain much.

To Nothing. 		erm.... jimmyjamesok, 27 Apr 2002 17:43
erm....

To Nothing. 		Umm, Bat, 28 Apr 2002 08:07
erm?

To Bat. 		Independenceapart.here Bat, 26 Apr 2002 12:45
I see two options:

One: revel in the independence of your parts.
Celebrate their strength of resolve and struggle
against conformity.

Two: Duct tape. Just duct tape the damn things together and be comforted in the knowledge that duct tape is the universal fix-all for independant
parts.

To Nothing. 		Disillusionment Margo, 17 Apr 2003 18:08
Stop thinking of yourself as a whole being--the sum of independent parts continues to be.

To Bat. 		Sockssocks.here Bat, 26 Apr 2002 11:55
I must admit: I, too, have a deep and abiding love
for socks.But only if I know where they have been.

To Evilcandygirl. 		socks make me as happy as underpants... Evilcandygirl, 29 Apr 2002 08:12
I too have a deep love of socks. When i was five I was depressed. Not little kid kind of sad, I tried to kill myself. I found that I would cry for no reason... One day my mom came home from one of her big shopping expeditions. She had bought me some socks. It was a bag, six pairs of white socks. I don't know why but I just craddled that bag of socks crying softly that I loved them. That they were great socks. I now have a collection. I was once forced to live with my dad for a while and I was so sad and depressed. I didn't know what to do with myself. First I cleaned their apartment and when I found myself having a conversation with dad about why I was so sad and was hurting myself I ran to the other room. I was so confused and my chest felt like it might explode (not in the good way either) I opened my suitcase, got out all my socks and showed him my collection. Winnie the Pooh with Pom Poms on the back and the no slip rubber on the soles, Winnie the pooh and tiger and sad Eore, whom I feel a certain kinship with... I still have my socks, I realize now how much they mean to me.

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