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Video Games => Mario Chat => Topic started by: Y0SHI on January 02, 2002, 08:26:25 PM
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Peach's rival? Or should it be Beach? (I'm talking about turning the P upside down) Looking at the way they did it with Waluigi, deach seems right, right?
Rah, Rah, can't you see?
Now the winner is yo-shi!
*attempts a high kick*
AAUUGGHHH!!!!!
*falls over*
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Hum... they sound like "*****"... I don't think Nintendo will play such a joke to the nice princess' fans.
It's-a penalty kick!
Cele the Ref
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Well, how would it work for Daisy?
Somebody set up us the bomb-omb.
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Wadaisy?
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Paisy? Waisy? Rose? Captain Syrup? This is just getting less and less illogical...
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Go ahead and hate your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a friend. Do it in the name of heaven, you can justify it in end. There won''t be any trumpets blowing come the judgement day. On the bloody morning after, one tin soldier rides away..
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Oh, I got it! Prince Geranium!
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Go ahead and hate your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a friend. Do it in the name of heaven, you can justify it in end. There won''t be any trumpets blowing come the judgement day. On the bloody morning after, one tin soldier rides away..
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Or maybe a gothic princess... oooohhh.
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Go ahead and hate your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a friend. Do it in the name of heaven, you can justify it in end. There won''t be any trumpets blowing come the judgement day. On the bloody morning after, one tin soldier rides away..
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One post please
I''m the leader of the Koopa Bros.We''re hip and cool and uh... we like bacon
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Well, I thought of them at different times in the same two minutes. Why would I just keep on editing the first¿
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Go ahead and hate your neighbor, go ahead and cheat a friend. Do it in the name of heaven, you can justify it in the end. There won''t be any trumpets blowing come the judgement day. On the bloody morning after, one tin soldier rides away..
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How about Prince Pine?
Wait, they already tried that! Darn!
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