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Banned
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Join Date: Jan 2004
Location: Illinois, Alberta, Canada, Thailand, Space, Groundling Marsh, Manhattan, Man Hat Ton
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Dec 22nd, 2006, 09:49 PM
MAZES MAZES I'm trapped in here, this maze of green this maze of corn. For 3 days I'm stranded in the trenches chorophylian sea walking, crying and slowly dying. I cut myself on a stalk, I curse wildly. Then Suddenly a voice from the beyond thunders down and says "¿Usted me ayudará a bailar la noche lejos con mi siluro?" I SCREAM "YES YES I WILL GOod SIR:
as I exit the maze on the day of the 9th I exclaim "FREEDOM AT LAST ALAS THE CORN MAZE WILL CONSUME MY SOULS!" to which the sultry candy apple blue corn attendant responds:
"Its a Maize not Maze."
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