| Where are my pants?!?! Posted: 6/3/2006 6:37:39 PM | | well when you do find your pants, can i have them????? mine are all dirty form work.... | |
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| Where are my pants?!?! Posted: 6/3/2006 9:33:03 PM | If you walk one block south, go east for 5 blocks, stop at the red box and ...ooops sorry I thought I was giving out directions.
Nope still haven't seen your pants today. | |
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| Where are my pants?!?! Posted: 6/4/2006 12:17:16 PM | | Fid I think I saw you pants...they were on a greyhound bus....back in the john.....did you finally join the "club transcanada?" | |
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| Where are my pants?!?! Posted: 6/10/2006 10:30:04 AM | Poor Fid!
First it was his pants... now Fid himself has become M.I.A....
Is there a rip in the time continuum of the POF universe???
Hmmmm.... | |
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| Where are my pants?!?! Posted: 6/10/2006 11:28:49 PM | | Fid............ I have your pants hun.............. been here for a while........... lol ...... they fit well too!!! | |
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| Where are my pants?!?! Posted: 6/11/2006 9:35:43 PM | Well I hope Fid's pants are having a jolly good time wherever they are! I hope they took some holiday snaps to show us all!
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| Where are my pants?!?! Posted: 6/12/2006 6:23:08 AM | Fid's dissapeared?!?!?!?!?!?
maybe he got sucked into a shopping vortex trying to get some new pants, the 7th circle of hell or Place Champlaine... | |
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| Where are my pants?!?! Posted: 6/12/2006 6:49:25 AM | Or maybe some evil mastermind is holding Fid's pants hostage and Fid is now hot on the trail to get them back somewhere in the wilds of the Canadian prairies...
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| Where are my pants?!?! Posted: 7/17/2006 3:10:51 PM | A very good source told me that Fid's pants were last seen dancing through the sprinklers on Ile Ste. Helene....yes I have spies everywhere.....lol
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| Where are my pants?!?! Posted: 7/18/2006 9:32:39 AM | totally understand that
it's way to hot not to go playing in the sprinklers | |
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| Where are my pants?!?! Posted: 7/19/2006 8:39:40 AM | | Wow, I guess I have nothing to do today; it’s so Bowring that I’m making a comment on some guy’s pants? Maybe I’ll take a vacation and drive somewhere, I hope I don’t run into those freakin pants. | |
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