10-05-2005, 03:56 PM | #11 |
The Black Númenórean
Join Date: Feb 2003
Posts: 6,773
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*whimpers* Alas for my bow! It cannot be replaced, for it was given to me by my father, when i was but a wee lass of 13! This was after I had been trained in traditional persian and scythian horse archery! Also the same time I got Volricom! That bow was precious! I am nigh into tears!!!
SHIIIIIIIT! That pisses me off more than being sick! I've already packed the most part. I just gotta disassemble my motorcycle. I didnt have anything to bring, I live very spartan like. MOTHER OF MARY! but the one precious thing I did bring wound up toast!
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