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37 bottles.
Remembering the past. Losing yourself in it all. Memory rules all. |
38 bottles.
-bows to Skiperdoo for an awesome haiku, and then laughs, for he made a rhymey.- -bows to Crest, for also being being the best.- Several gather. The weight of the world hanging. Futures decided. |
39 bottles.
Going with a theme. The hardest task of all man, is falling in line. |
40 bottles.
Those who have left us. The ones embracing vast shame. Those whom never came. |
41 bottles.
Rum that is missing. There should be more than haiku. Skippy skipped too far. |
42 bottles.
Blood shed needlessly. Why do we fight against time? Peace would save all lives! |
43 bottles.
Walking together. Through the forest of intension. Sharing far and wide. |
44 bottles.
The shadow looming Over the earth, water, air. Darkness always there. |
45 bottles.
In the end, no more. Apocalyptic visions. Can it be avoided? |
46 bottles.
A buzzy head droops. A heart lays broken, in tears. The first of many. |
45 bottles.
Then comes a light. In the darkest depths of the night. To show the way that's right. (rhyme!) |
48 bottles.
A flickering lamp, Fighting the shadow battle, Stays strong in the night. |
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A realization. A friend amongst us has lied. Eight syllables there. |
50 bottles.
A facepalm is near. It happens very often. The Rum Master sighs. |
51 bottles. I don't think it's eight.
The shadows still stay ready. Light lives without foothold. The darkest night is here. |
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Six present, not five. Sorrow spreads over all but one. And one left alone. |
53 bottles.
The letters were short, But then thought illogical. Rememb'ring's the word. |
55 bottles. Continue with correct count please.
The spiral of reason. Grips the correlation of many. Their minds become pure. |
55 bottles.
I shall stop haikus. May I cease posting them now. Very fun, though it was! |
57 bottles.
The number is corrupt. But one decides to fix. Hippopotamus. |
58 bottles.
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59 bottles. In case you all are wondering where I got my haikus from, I'll tell you.
Rumworld Official Department of Poetry and Haikus©. |
Try five, seven, five,
Or the haikus do not work. Thank you for the rum. :skull: |
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2 bottles of rum.
Mr. Skiperdoo cannot Write correct Haikus. |
3 bottles. Sharky doesn't know correct punctuation either.
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4 bottles. I was too lazy to edit after reading it.
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5 bottles. It'z stilz rong!
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6 bottles. Skippy fails just a tad.
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7 bottles. I no fail.
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8 bottles.
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9 bottles of heely rum. :D
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10 bottles. Yo no se...
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11 bottles of sum'mat.
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12 bottles. Good stuff.
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13 bottles of seeing all the changes the Sorcerors are making! Next thing you know, they'll put a level limit!
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14 bottles. lalalalala.
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15 bottles. And congratulations to you, Sharky, for becoming new Co-GM!
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16 bottles. Level limit? Oh dear....
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17 bottles.
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18 bottles. Thanks Jack, if you ever put a pirate into SS, you better obey me. I have the authority to kick you out.
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19 bottles. I put a pirate into the Sorcerors, and Billy will bite my leg off within seconds. Then I would probably lose an arm as well.
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20 bottles. What's happening to SS? Oh and Sharky, It's "You'd better".
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21 bottles. A few.. changes.
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22 bottles. Like what?
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23 bottles.
1. There are no rulez. 2. All members are immediately granted the title of officer. 3. Sharky and Dog(?) are the new Co-GMs. 4. The GM and Co-GMs have complete authority over the guild. |
24 bottles.
1. *Facepalm* PARADOX 2. ?!?!?!?! 3. Oh no... 4. Rule 1 violation? |
25 bottles. Houston, we have a conumdrum.
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26 bottles. Yes, especially rule #4, crazy!
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27 bottles. Indeed-i-o.
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28 bottles. Hey why aren't we drunk?
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29 bottles. Drunk is just a state of mind. You can't be drunk unless you TELL yourself you're drunk.
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Thanks for the rum!:piratear:
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1 bottle. Oh the need for the rum.
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1?? The rabbit is not going to be happy.
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But y dusnt Sven wayt?
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I'm making this 2 bottles. :P Always good to see ya, Sven.
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3 bottles. Sorry, I was too drunk to type another bottle.
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4 bottles. Understandable.
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5 bottles. Please don't ask me to make any more haikus, I'm all poemed out.
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6 bottles. Wasn't on my agenda.
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7 bottles. Phew...
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8 bottles. I'm haiku'd out.
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9 bottles. Me 2. <---See? I use 2 instead of two. Cool huh?
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10 bottles. Yeaaaano.
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11 bottles. Wow! I think Crest just invented a new word.
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12 bottles.
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13 bottles.
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14 bottles. You really want to mess with Wackie Jackie and his dictionary?
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1...................5
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16 bottles.
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18 bootles.
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19 bottles of rum that is perhaps placed hazardly on the wall.
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20 bottles of rum.
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21 bottles of nothing new.
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2................................................. ..............2
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23 bottles that are half full, and also half empty!
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25 bottles. What the heck is Rum1 and why is my name not on it?
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26 bottles. Rum1 is our glorious satellite, dropping rum off to places never before thought possible.
The names on the emblem are dedicated to the people that helped in the Rum1 program. |
27 bottles. Of course, if Crest chose to fund the efforts of the WJARR, I believe she could make an appearance..
Or we can add her, because she is a rum master. |
28 bottles. -_- Do you want me to change it?
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29 bottles. Nah, it's fine. I'll keep to simplicity.
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30 bottles. Your choice!
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31 bottles. Always has been, always will be.
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32 bottles.
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33 bottles of rummy rum rum.
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34 bottles of sum'mat.
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35 bottles of... wait for it...
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36 bottles. I'm impatient.
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37 bottles.
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38 bottles.
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.selttob 84
The return of backwordz! |
.selttob 04 .liaF uoY
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5173446 bottles. Wow we're really high up.
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42 bootlez. Jus..... sighz...
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43 bottles. Hand me somuvdat.
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44 bootlez! Okie dokie arti-ch-oke!
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45 bottles.
Hykuz don't make cents wen ur drunk!!!!!!111!!!1 |
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