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Mar 11, 2008, 04:34 PM
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I've just noticed I'm a poohbah  Don't wanna be a poohbah....can't I be a pooh bear instead. LOL. 
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Mar 11, 2008, 04:39 PM
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wow that was fast! congrats!
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Mar 11, 2008, 04:59 PM
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congratulations for becomming a poohbah it wont be long and you will be on next stage
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Mar 11, 2008, 05:20 PM
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You know, you have to act poobacious now!
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Mar 11, 2008, 05:21 PM
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</font><blockquote><div id="quote"><font class="small">Quote:</font>
Perna said: You know, you have to act poobacious now! </div></font></blockquote><font class="post"> LOL 
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Mar 11, 2008, 08:22 PM
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poobah!! weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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Mar 12, 2008, 08:50 AM
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Hey Dorrie, ya forgot the Poobah dancers
 
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#8
Mar 12, 2008, 08:53 AM
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congrats.....whatever the hell being a poobah means
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Mar 12, 2008, 09:39 PM
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haha!
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