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Finding people in Think Tanks...

by Medvd · in ThinkTanks · 09/14/2003 (8:17 am) · 100 replies

Sometimes you need to find someone in
the game,buthe/she disappered...
Type name/nik here and if someone see him/her-just say them about this thread...
So,i try to find Dallas-if someone see him-send him here,please...

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    #81
    09/25/2003 (4:36 pm)
    MARCO YOU BASTARDS
    #82
    09/25/2003 (4:39 pm)
    A pikel???




    a very confused RobVanDam DX
    #83
    09/25/2003 (7:34 pm)
    Somebody should make this stop...

    POLO
    #84
    09/25/2003 (7:39 pm)
    You have to keep your eyes closed when you say Marco. Everyone is disqualified. Start Over.
    #85
    09/25/2003 (7:42 pm)
    LOL MP

    POLO?
    #86
    09/26/2003 (12:45 pm)
    Very amusing, all of you.
    Marco...?
    Hey Tally, nice picture...
    #87
    09/28/2003 (2:23 am)
    fP-OLO
    #89
    09/28/2003 (8:35 am)
    Polo!
    My self portrait!
    #90
    09/28/2003 (8:58 am)
    Dad?
    [again]
    #91
    09/28/2003 (4:10 pm)
    Ha ha ha. Ha. Ha ha. Very amusing, Ho and Dork. You just crack me up. Ha ha ha. Ha ha. Ha.

    Go shrivel.

    Zaz-Marco, add red eyes and bingo.
    Ho-Polo, except you said you were 24, not 20...
    Ho #2-Marco, heh!
    Dork-Polo & Marco, portrait and address lol
    For all you tune-loving-tanksters, Polo, tanks should come with a radio.

    Asterisk
    #92
    09/28/2003 (4:18 pm)
    ENOUGH OF THE STUPID MARCO POLO!
    sheesh takes forever to scroll through all of this

    Devestator
    #93
    09/28/2003 (4:32 pm)
    * = pickle

    Were you teased at school? I found you in the Yearbook '02. I see you took 'Condiment Shop' as an elective. Watch out for the grinder *.:)

    MARCO?
    #94
    09/28/2003 (4:37 pm)
    :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)
    #95
    09/28/2003 (4:47 pm)
    LOL!

    POLO
    #96
    09/28/2003 (5:24 pm)
    Actually, Zaz, in '92 I was 1 year old. Sorry to disappoint ya. Hmm. It seems like I am the butt joke of every thread on the forums. But as for the teasing at school, yes. My social status is right between acceptable (only jerks and 8th graders tease you) and Socially Retarded (no one even wants to look at you, let alone talk to you. You don't care because you don't know what social means. It is a relationship of isolation that works perfectly). In other words, I am right between a Filbert and a Sakillrif (no offense meant).

    I could list a bunch of the things I get teased about, but it would be embarassing and take a long time. At least I have a few friends. Not many.

    Dork, this is my pickled day:

    Rocks=School, sleeping
    Pebbles=Homework, soccer practice (kids on my team are goof-offs, not as fun as could be expected)
    Sand=Chores, scheduled stuff (like visits to a pschologist lol)
    Water=Fun stuff. Specks of yay in a sea of ugh. This category used to automatically include TT but now it depends. Currently just something I do. Not that much fun. It is sort of part of me now.


    I don't feel like signing.
    #97
    09/28/2003 (5:44 pm)
    No No you are not being the butt of jokes. Since you gave me horns I thought I'd use them:P

    Just be yourself. Don't ever overlook your individualality *.

    MARCO
    #98
    09/29/2003 (8:00 am)
    LOL!


    POOOLLLOO!
    #99
    10/01/2003 (12:26 pm)
    All of you SHUT UP!
    #100
    10/01/2003 (1:24 pm)
    Nice, the hundreth post is an order for us to shut up... Marco!
    Pickle, here is my (after school) week: Monday: Scouts, Tuesday: Karate, Wednesday: Trumpet lessons, Thursday: Karate, Friday: Sleep. This weekend: backpacking
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