don't effing hate me because i'm famous!!!

Started by Scott, July 24, 2008, 10:45:04 PM

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Scott

i'm all over the place  8)

somewhere near upper west side

NEW YORK CITY.

here's my number one fan holding my debut album

LOS ANGELES.

backroom of louvre

PARIS.

posh spice is looking for me

LONDON
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.--Pablo Neruda

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Scott

I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.--Pablo Neruda

ms da binsi


i'm all over the place  8)

somewhere near upper west side

NEW YORK CITY.

here's my number one fan holding my debut album

LOS ANGELES.

backroom of louvre

PARIS.

posh spice is looking for me

LONDON



bwahahhahahhahha!


AYLABEEEET!

Scott




bwahahhahahhahha!


AYLABEEEET!

mao nay mabuhat sa mga tawong walay lingaw. bisag unsa na lay mahunahunaan. hahaha
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.--Pablo Neruda

ms da binsi


orChids

Oy Scott kanus-a pa man ka nsikat ha?Hala ilista ko sa fans club nimo,sa TB group ko.Aguy,kinsa bay presidente nimo kay muapil pod ko,hahahha.Nice ayo Scott.

Scott


Oy Scott kanus-a pa man ka nsikat ha?Hala ilista ko sa fans club nimo,sa TB group ko.Aguy,kinsa bay presidente nimo kay muapil pod ko,hahahha.Nice ayo Scott.

hahahaha. asa man ka nga specific group ms orchs?
sa loyal scottonians, solid scottonians, liquid or gaseous scottonians. hahahhaha
morag noranians or vilmanians ba. naay say classification
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.--Pablo Neruda

ms da binsi


Scott


Sa solid ko apil Scott!

hahahahhahha

hahahaha. naa na man daw chairmperson sa sampaguita committee in the tradition of german moreno's "that's entertainment" ug "GMA supershow" hahahahaha
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.--Pablo Neruda

orChids


hahahaha. asa man ka nga specific group ms orchs?
sa loyal scottonians, solid scottonians, liquid or gaseous scottonians. hahahhaha
morag noranians or vilmanians ba. naay say classification


sa solid jod oy para uban gihapon mi ni ms dear.di ko diha sa gaseous kay mura ug pala utot ang dating,hahahhahaha.

Scott


sa solid jod oy para uban gihapon mi ni ms dear.di ko diha sa gaseous kay mura ug pala utot ang dating,hahahhahaha.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA. Atut. hahahahahahahahahahhahaha
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.--Pablo Neruda

Mari


Scott


nice work Scott...i love it! ;D

thanks mari :D
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.--Pablo Neruda

ms da binsi


sa solid jod oy para uban gihapon mi ni ms dear.di ko diha sa gaseous kay mura ug pala utot ang dating,hahahhahaha.


ahahahhaha!

ytesski


sa solid jod oy para uban gihapon mi ni ms dear.di ko diha sa gaseous kay mura ug pala utot ang dating,hahahhahaha.

Bwahahahahahahahaha! Palamuot man ka Aya san! ;D
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orChids

Hahahaha mas nagkatawa man noon ko sa inyong bahakhak oy.Aguy,i delete man kaha ko ni Scott sa iyang fan list.Sorry Scott,saon giunhan man ko ug katawa.

grazie7y


i'm all over the place  8)

somewhere near upper west side

NEW YORK CITY.

here's my number one fan holding my debut album

LOS ANGELES.

backroom of louvre

PARIS.

posh spice is looking for me

LONDON

aylabeeet!
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Scott


Hahahaha mas nagkatawa man noon ko sa inyong bahakhak oy.Aguy,i delete man kaha ko ni Scott sa iyang fan list.Sorry Scott,saon giunhan man ko ug katawa.

kahibalo na ko sa inyong official fan club logo design aya san. "camote"
aheheehheehehhehe
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.--Pablo Neruda

Scott

I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.--Pablo Neruda

pioneer

Scott, you've got realistic pictures here. Regards to Paris Hilton. :)
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orChids


kahibalo na ko sa inyong official fan club logo design aya san. "camote"
aheheehheehehhehe

Hahahhahahaha so naa jod diay ko na belong sa gaseous?wee Aylabeet lang gihapon basta ikaw Scott.

Scott


Scott, you've got realistic pictures here. Regards to Paris Hilton. :)

yes. ingon siya nga naa daw ka free accomodation sa any hilton hotel of your choice. heheheh
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.--Pablo Neruda

Scott


Hahahhahahaha so naa jod diay ko na belong sa gaseous?wee Aylabeet lang gihapon basta ikaw Scott.

aguy aya san. hehehehehe
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.--Pablo Neruda