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Join Date: Nov 2003
Location: Anchorage
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Mar 11th, 2004, 04:26 AM
Memories
Holy fucking shit. I went to that place.
I can't even remember how little I was, I must have been like ten or something. My parents took us on a Big Red Boat cruise, and we stopped that that goddamn island. It sucked. The pirates didn't have sword, there weren't any skeletons, and everytime I wanted to go off into the wilderness and look for treasure, they told me I had to stay with the goddamn group. Meanwhile my parents were getting sloshed off their asses on over priced Margaritas. Yah, magical allright, you bastards. I'm glad this place is a ruin now, and I'm glad that Floyd turned it into a simpering ninny.
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