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I am a Deviously Deviant
Seenastjour
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Last Visit: 139 weeks ago
Cranky McCrank
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This is the place where you can personalize your profile!
But, how?
By moving, adding and personalizing widgets.
You can drag and drop to rearrange.
You can edit widgets to customize them.
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Some widgets you can only access when you get a premium membership.
Some widgets have options that are only available when you get a premium membership.
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Certain widgets can only be added to certain zones.
"Why," you ask? Because we want profile pages to have freedom of customization, but also to have some consistency. This way, when anyone visits a deviant, they know they can always find the art in the top left, and personal info in the top right.
Don't forget, restraints can bring out the creativity in you!
Now go forth and astound us all with your devious profiles!
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I remember back in the day in 'Nam, when me and the other fellers used to eat pataters every meal o' the day. Sometimes they was mashed. Others was fried. But one thing always remained:
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I remember back in the day in 'Nam, when me and the other fellers used to eat pataters every meal o' the day. Sometimes they was mashed. Others was fried. But one thing always remained:
Turd o' the Week
Passionate
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This has been a Screen Gems production.
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duck truck suck
stag beetles
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FUSDCK
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its the amazing /
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get assed
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I remember back in the day in 'Nam, when me and the other fellers used to eat pataters every meal o' the day. Sometimes they was mashed. Others was fried. But one thing always remained:
They was pataters.
ps slow reply because i never check up on this shit deviantart doesnt work anymore anyways
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get assed
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I remember back in the day in 'Nam, when me and the other fellers used to eat pataters every meal o' the day. Sometimes they was mashed. Others was fried. But one thing always remained:
They was pataters.
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