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6 yrs ago
Current Look who's back bitches!
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8 yrs ago
We are the porg, our existence is futile.
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8 yrs ago
R.I.P Stefán Karl Stefánsson, A.K.A. Robbie Rotten. You were an icon.
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8 yrs ago
I used to write well, then I took an arrow to the knee
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8 yrs ago
You know your summer will be great when you're watching Troom Troom makeup hacks, but you're a 25 year old male who doesn't know what pigment is. #thuglife
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My name's Erklings25, but you can call me Erk, or Richie. I've been RPing since I was 9 and I'm still not any good at it. You saw nothing. I'm a massive film/literature/theatre buff, so feel free to drop me a PM if you want to chat about that kind of stuff. Because I have nothing interesting to say, here's a quote I'll leave you with that always inspires me:



HASTA LA VISTA BABY!

Most Recent Posts

Decker sneered when he saw Jess' text. "Alright," He typed. "Listen here. You will not try and find me tomorrow. You will not try to text me tomorrow, beacause tomorrow is special. And don't you dare insult my parents job in raisng me! Never bring up my family! Ever! You don't know why I'm like this! You don't understand what your dealing with here, do you? You can leave well alone! Now stop texting me for Christsake!" He was really agitated. When talking to him, his family was a very touchy subject. He crashed on his sofa, bringing out a guitar with the black jack on it. "Only one thing to do!" He started to play a quick melody then sang.
Thats great it started with an earthquake,
Birds and snakes and aeroplanes,
And Lenny Bruce is not afraid!

Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn
World serves it's own needs, dummy serve your own needs
Feed it off an aux speak grunt no
Ladder with a clatter fight, fear flight down height
Wire in a fire representing seven games and a government for hire in a combat site
Left of west and coming in a hurry with the furies breathing down your neck

He was in a band with his colleagues and they were working on this song, which just happened to be his favourite song. The end of the world as we know it by REM.
@green eyed jess Decker saw Jess' text. Who did she think she was? The president? He was free to live his own life. And nothing hurt his pride, beacause of somebody was going to be the first to laugh it would be him! He simply replied, "You don't know where I am. You don't know where to find me. So good luck with reshaping my morals, punk!" He laughed looking at his calendar. Tomorrow would be his 'jolly boys outing' with Jay and he wouldn't miss it for the whole world. A day of rock songs, smoking, and laughs. It was his favourite day every month, and this month they were going to a dirt biking tournament. He prayed that nobody would find him tomorrow exept for Jay, and the bartender.
@WeepingLiberty Thanks!
I really must go on here more often. In other words I'm back... Again.
Decker ignored Jess' text. He knew from reviving it she would not meet him, so there would be no business. He was shooting and swearing the whole time he was there. "Hypocritical piggy. Who the hell does that punk think they are, huh?" He dropped his rifle and stormed out. "I'm going home. I'm clearly not wanted here. Or anywhere else for that matter. May as well call Jay." He got out his phone. "Hi Jay. What you know about that! You were at that stinking party the whole time? Then why get me to come. Oh hah hah very funny, you're a great comedian. Yes that was her. No I was not! Shut up! Don't know why I even called you. Ta-ra!" He was really steamed by the time he got home. The first thing he did was sat down in his study and filled a couple of reports for the investigation of David Willson, teh guy he arrested earlier that day.
@green eyed jess Honestly it sounds like some quite funny things may happen. And thank you for calling me decent.
@green eyed jess I think they may not get on too well. This will not end well, I think.
Decker stopped at the only place he could meditate. The shooting range. Strange but true he loved to go clay pigeon shooting. When he got off he noticed a sign on the back of his bike. "Hypocritical what now? Hypocritical WHAT?!" He roared. He pulled out his phone and simply texted Jess. "Underage drinking is a crime punk. Just doing my job. If you have a problem with that then come and find me at the shooting range. Oh and by the way, try not to get deafened by my rifle." He marched on and demanded he could go and shoot some clay pigeons. He was very good friends with the manager, Mikhail, who obliged. He grabbed a gun and just started shooting alone, basking in thought and anger. "Pigmobile my behind." He muttered.
@green eyed jess That does not sound good..
@green eyed jess Just so you know, he isn't really drunk.
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