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Eh makes threads and dosent afraid of anything, so he is pretty cool guy in my onion

You sound like bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

I was removed from your group for posting porn in it. I do not think kindly of you

ohcamps gives his opinion on him

What do you even do?

Dick is big.

Bae

You first.

You talk like Marlene Dietrich, and you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire. Your clothes are all made by Balmain, and there`s diamonds and pearls in your hair. You live in a fancy apartment of the Boulevard of St. Michel, where you keep your Rolling Stones records and a friend of Sacha Distel. But where do you go to my lovely, when you're alone in your bed? Tell me the thoughts that surround you. I want to look inside your head I've seen all your qualifications you got from the Sorbonne. And the painting you stole from Picasso, your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does. When you go on your summer vacation, you go to Juan-les-Pines. With your carefully designed topless swimsuit, you get an even suntan, on your back and on your legs. When the snow falls you're found in St. Moritz with the others of the jet-set And you sip your Napoleon Brandy, but you never get your lips wet. Oh no you don't But where do you go to my lovely, when you're alone in your bed? Tell me the thoughts that surround you. I want to look inside your head, yes I do. Your name is heard in high places. You know the Aga Khan. He sent you a racehorse for Chistmas, and you keep it just for fun, for a laugh haha. They say that when you get married, it'll be to a millionaire. But they don't realize where you came from, and I wonder if they really care, they give a damn. But where do you go to my lovely, when you're alone in your bed? Tell me the thoughts that surround you. I want to look inside your head. I remember the back streets of Naples, two children begging in rags. Both touched with a burning ambition, to shake off their lowly brown tags, yes they try. So look into my face dear Bastage, and remember just who you are. Then go and forget me forever. `Cause I know you still bear the scar, deep inside, yes you do. I know where you go to my lovely, when you're alone in your bed. I know the thoughts that surround you, `cause I can look inside your head.

Who the hell is that?

Bastage is funny. T_h_e_m7 like bastage.

Bastage is one of my favorite users but doesn't post much

I'm Asian and have a crush on blonde

Cool guy. Made that thread about page 45 in book now describes sex life, brought many good laughs to me.

You're a strange child, to say the least.