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Red: IF I can find a pair. Which I insist, I will.
Can't decide between black or pink. ...black seems like something I could learn to like to wear. And BOOTS. They'd be the cherry on the Whoreus-cake. I'd like boots. |
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Well that is going to turn out, interesting.
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 xx x x x "Angels on the sideline, Puzzled and amused. Why did Father give these humans free will? Now they're all confused," Pink and stilettos. Extremely excited about it, Seth. *ridiculously eager to run around crowing like a maniac* "Angels on the sideline, Baffled and confused. Father blessed them all with reason, And this is what they choose?"  |
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******** STILETTOS.
NO. ...when I was mongling through the thrift store, we found a lady frind of mine some leather pants. REAL leather. For like, 10 dollars. She's cosplaying a male character for her costume. And you thought this couldn't get better, right? *grins cheerily* |
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I"m dressing up as a chemist for halloween 3nodding
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x x x x x "Angels on the sideline, Puzzled and amused. Why did Father give these humans free will? Now they're all confused," Methinks your shiny steel balls could use an upgrade, Horus. Tsk, tsk. Oooh, leather pants. Ferrin wants some of those. Badly. *wants him in them* SETH. *agonizes* WHY MUST YOU BE SO ADORABLE. You should carry baking soda and vinegar with you, just in case an opportune moment arises. Good party spice. "Angels on the sideline, Baffled and confused. Father blessed them all with reason, And this is what they choose?" |
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How does that make me adorable?
And yeah . . . I don't see that happening. I'm going to be stuck in the party all night. Seriously, from like 6pm to 4am I'm going to be at this stupid thing stare . |
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x x x x x "Angels on the sideline, Puzzled and amused. Why did Father give these humans free will? Now they're all confused," Because you're Sethington. ...why the hell would you go to a party obligated? Doesn't that defeat the purpose? "Angels on the sideline, Baffled and confused. Father blessed them all with reason, And this is what they choose?" |
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Yay n.n
Because we're hosting the party, thus I have to go to it to do shifts, set-up, two shifts during, then clean up. |
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Red: Hey, I'd like to buy something I might forseeably use later. =w=
...and what's this got to do with my yesticles? |
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x x x x x "Angels on the sideline, Puzzled and amused. Why did Father give these humans free will? Now they're all confused," And 'we' doesn't mean you can sneak out and skip the whole thing leaving the rest of 'we' to do your bit? Is there enough 'we' for you to go unnoticed, Seth? Precisely. *bites down a snicker at Horus* Oh-- just that if they were big and shiny enough you wouldn't be so frightened of them ickle stilletto heelsies. "Angels on the sideline, Baffled and confused. Father blessed them all with reason, And this is what they choose?" |
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There's 10 we's, and I'm pretty sure they'll notice me not around for stuff >.>;;. Though, if you guys come up I can get out of stuff by using you as an excuse 3nodding
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Red: Hey, I DO have my principles. And I'm not wearing heels untill I'm in a loving, long-term relationship that some call marriage.
Besides, I might have to climb a tree or run from bears or something. ...what a great conversation to smash on the stern of the thread, huh? |
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x x x x x "Angels on the sideline, Puzzled and amused. Why did Father give these humans free will? Now they're all confused," If we were rich enough to pay for that excuse, it's likely we'd be it. As it is, we're still telling public services how to do their job. Why are stupid people allowed, again? "Angels on the sideline, Baffled and confused. Father blessed them all with reason, And this is what they choose?" |
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Desperation.
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