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Monday, February 16, 2009

The Guardian Post Of The Day (TGPOTD )

Love

Hi, I'm here to talk about love. What is Love? In my opinion it is my Love for Jiaqi the MOST INNOCENT girl in school (who told me to screw a _ _ _ _ _ _ _ ) that matters the most!

However, if you find yourself lacking love, you can always MAKE love.

So, how do we make love? Well, ask yul parents. Also, a notable side effect of Making Love is the Making of Baybeez! So, what do we do with these babies? Of course, we get them to screw plushies =) that have been screwed by others.

Kthxbai,
Pants

PS: YUL guys better tell Mr Yap that YUL love me.

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