Friday, June 30, 2006
Since I have been using them more and more, I branched out and made a Myspace page and a YouTube page. At You Tube you post videos, and I have about 25 or 1000 that are decent so ill post them there. My Videos
posted by High Power Rocketry @ Friday, June 30, 2006
I don't know how he does it.
Even though I've seen Steve Balmer a hundred times. He still scares the hell outta me. -E
Well... uhm :)
Thanks for the smiley :) How'd you find my blog? hihi! :) just curious... holler back ok?! :)
haven't seen them before :(
have a nice day:)
Be back in a few more days, sorry for lack of updates. All 10 - 15 of you readers...
This video is still the shit.
And the shit is still quake 3.
Hey, wanna IM me TiffsKillerDoll @AIM...u found my blog, just checkin' back...
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