Donāt do it Blurred. Donāt let him maniupulate you into being some kind of a puppet, to do his bidding, just to convince him of something.
Shame on you, Tab 
Here you are, Tab. Sorry about the lack of signs, but itās the best I could do on such short notice.
arc 
Iām not scared of Tab.
Howāve you been anyway, when I left a while ago your life seemed permanently to be yo-yoing between success and disaster. I kinda missed you.
Nice smoke-screen Tabā¦ I think it worked 
I have studied the ways of the internet-ninjaā¦
LoL, life is going quite well these days 
I know itās just a temporary respite from ādisasterā, or at least the yo-yoing, but Iām enjoying it.
You gave me an āawwwā moment. I kinda missed you, too.
Tab= A veritable Flash-Clip Swiss Army Knife.
Yeah, your smoke-screen worked as well as hisā¦
Tab,
Hey, nasty gypsy man, welcome back. Missed you in my pasture. 
Now you donāt need an earring in that ear. 
See what happens to nasty gypsies when they abuse little lambs? 
Donāt let go, little one. Hang on with all youāve got. =D> =D> =D> =D>
So good to have you back.
Well, thatās put me off free-range meat and poultry for life. And earrings. That guyās got good teeth though, for a peasant. Orthodontics were great in the 15th century I hear.
Thanks for the welcome back S.
I was just looking through some pics from Job Corps and I found this one. I look like absolute crap (note the puffy eyelids) and Iām pretty sure Iām wearing my government-issue Carhartt jacket backwards, but I still like it. My friend Robb (aka Hops) gave me these chocolate lips on V-day and then snapped this pic. We totally wasted that entire day sitting around bullshitting.
Moi
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dem females 
Iāve been meaning to post a pic hereā¦ I just donāt have that many pics lying around.
Itās obviously photoshopped.
This was originally a goofy āposterā for the band.
I had to cut most of it off, cuz Iām actually striking a āboy bandā pose flexing my abs with no shirt on. 
Hereās a more recent one, of me and our guitarist on a night outā¦
I found this picture on a ānight lifeā site that sends people out to different clubs and pubs to take pictures and tell stories about what happend there, I guess weād made an impression that night. :-"
Okaaay, MadMan, I kinda pictured that way, albeit with a straitjacket involved. MagsJ however, left field, left field. A good deal more plucked and polished than I imagined, I had you down a little more yuppie/bohemianā¦
So were picturing me as a drunk and sexy stud strapped into a straitjacket?
Dude!
Not cool! 
Yeah, I know, Iām a sick man.
A āLisa Bonetā type I bet you imagined? nah, Iām more your chic n sophisticated kinda gal although I do dress street on my days chillin.
Lisa Bonet.
Drool.
More drool.
Er. Yes. Sorry, what were we talking aboutā¦? Oh damn, Iām talking to your chest.
Drool.
Who is Lisa Bonet?