Hoobadoo
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Aww, if you look at that
you put up foxy up as your profile pic Swweett devil of jesus you! [pulls your cheeks] Wuv you! (oh and I read what you put up on Bebo..><[blushes]..and sorry I was um..mad at you ?) <3 :] -
Hey,
Since your in The My Anime List Group, I need a link to either your anime list or manga list from myanimelist.net. Not hard to make. And don't give me that I'm too lazy excuss
And vote in this week's poll also please. Poll ends every Saturday.
This Week's Poll:
Which is better? One Piece, Bleach, or Naruto?
One Piece
Bleach
Naruto
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I need to know which squad you'd like to be in for PD. Please VM upon your earliest convience. Thank you (this applies even if you already have a rank, i just want to make a list) -
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About Me
- About Hoobadoo
- Biography
- I think cheese is very delicious.
- Location
- you know what **** YOU! i am on the thousand sunny!
- Interests
- Anime, Video Games, T.V.
- Occupation
- I gotz it now.
- Gender
- Male
Soon you will know true power!
I fight for my Goddess! forgotten shadow!
I'm gonna kill you all kinds of dead.-The spirit...ROFL!
Lt. of squad 6 In Pure destruction
Vice admiral under spiritsamurai in the One piece navy.
I ate the basa basa no mi fruit.
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Chapter One
The boy walked towards his new place of employment with a sense of displacement. ‘Surely this can’t be my life’ he thought, ‘such mediocrity and predictability could not be all his life would amount too.’ He had never met his real parents. He was instead raised with a group of homeless people until he was old enough to fend for himself. While on the streets the boy had learned to steal and fight for his food. Or at least this was taught to him. The boy himself...
The boy walked towards his new place of employment with a sense of displacement. ‘Surely this can’t be my life’ he thought, ‘such mediocrity and predictability could not be all his life would amount too.’ He had never met his real parents. He was instead raised with a group of homeless people until he was old enough to fend for himself. While on the streets the boy had learned to steal and fight for his food. Or at least this was taught to him. The boy himself...
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