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I am a Photo Manipulator
Mactabilis
23/Male/Luxembourg
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Morbus Maleficus
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This is the place where you can personalize your profile!
But, how?
By moving, adding and personalizing widgets.
You can drag and drop to rearrange.
You can edit widgets to customize them.
The left side has widgets you can add!
Some widgets you can only access when you get a premium membership.
Some widgets have options that are only available when you get a premium membership.
We've split the page into zones!
Certain widgets can only be added to certain zones.
"Why," you ask? Because we want profile pages to have freedom of customization, but also to have some consistency. This way, when anyone visits a deviant, they know they can always find the art in the top left, and personal info in the top right.
Don't forget, restraints can bring out the creativity in you!
Now go forth and astound us all with your devious profiles!
Biste auch mal wieder da?
Hey, würdest du auch mal ein bischen wieter fahren, bis auf Parties? In Essen und Lahr sind demnächst ein Paar richtig gute Events, allerdings 2-3 Stunden fahrt, pro Strecke!
Hey du! Ja, immer noch, aber es geht voran! Wie ich hörte werden wir uns dann ja wohl morgen sehen! Bin mal gespannt, ob da was los ist, auf der berühmten Party! Hab' so meine Zweifel, aber wird bestimmt trotzdem lustig! Ich denke mal, es sind wieder die üblichen Verdächtigen da!
bin überzeugt dass es die üblichen Verdächtigen sind, und wohl auch kaum mehr als eine Hand voll
Hab mir auch gestern mal die Location im vorbei gehen angekuckt und auch erfahren dass Rosa Luxemburg da schon parties hatte .... naja Hauptsache es is ma wieder was los in Luxemburg, bin ja momentan sonst nur in Trier oder Dillingen, und halt Lahr aber das is ja nicht so oft.
Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss but I only slept with you, because I was pissed.
I thought that I could love no other. Until, that is, I met your brother.
Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you. But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.
Of loving beauty you float with grace. If only you could hide your face.
Kind, intelligent, loving and hot. This describes everything you are not.
I want to feel your sweet embrace. But don't take that paper bag off of your face.
I love your smile, your face, and your eyes. Damn, I'm good at telling lies!
My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife: Marrying you screwed up my life.
I see your face when I am dreaming. That's why I always wake up screaming.
My love you take my breath away. What have you stepped in to smell this way.
My feelings for you no words can tell. Except for maybe "go to hell"
What inspired this amorous rhyme? Two parts vodka, one part lime.
Hey, würdest du auch mal ein bischen wieter fahren, bis auf Parties? In Essen und Lahr sind demnächst ein Paar richtig gute Events, allerdings 2-3 Stunden fahrt, pro Strecke!
Wie ich hörte werden wir uns dann ja wohl morgen sehen! Bin mal gespannt, ob da was los ist, auf der berühmten Party! Hab' so meine Zweifel, aber wird bestimmt trotzdem lustig! Ich denke mal, es sind wieder die üblichen Verdächtigen da!
Hab mir auch gestern mal die Location im vorbei gehen angekuckt und auch erfahren dass Rosa Luxemburg da schon parties hatte .... naja
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t o b e c o n t i n u e d
. . . Terry
alter Sack !
Alles Gute und schöne Feiertage von deinem Landsmann !
Gruss,
Dan
PS: deine Seite ist offline
I thought that I could love no other. Until, that is, I met your brother.
Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you. But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.
Of loving beauty you float with grace. If only you could hide your face.
Kind, intelligent, loving and hot. This describes everything you are not.
I want to feel your sweet embrace. But don't take that paper bag off of your face.
I love your smile, your face, and your eyes. Damn, I'm good at telling lies!
My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife: Marrying you screwed up my life.
I see your face when I am dreaming. That's why I always wake up screaming.
My love you take my breath away. What have you stepped in to smell this way.
My feelings for you no words can tell. Except for maybe "go to hell"
What inspired this amorous rhyme? Two parts vodka, one part lime.
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