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 Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2005 7:31 pm
*absentmindedly munches on popcorn, most of it ending up in his lap*
eek
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2005 7:32 pm
Virgil Hawkins *absentmindedly munches on popcorn, most of it ending up in his lap* eek *taps* Watch what you're doing there kid.
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2005 7:50 pm
Hit me.
Edit: Damnation, nevermind.
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2005 7:53 pm
Stupid, stupid Gaian lag.... sweatdrop
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2005 7:57 pm
Go Patsy!
Beat that furry! stare wink
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2005 7:58 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2005 7:58 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2005 8:00 pm
*bows* Merci, mam'selle. I'll cook for you later.
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2005 8:01 pm
Wake me up when we're ready.
*Curls up in the corner*
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2005 8:02 pm
Jean-Paul *bows* Merci, mam'selle. I'll cook for you later. Mmmmm.... *forgoes bringing in the Madrox Cheerleading squad*
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2005 8:15 pm
I'm sorry. I need to get to sleep. I'm dead tired. Raincheck!
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2005 8:22 pm
*smuggles in her GS cookies*
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2005 8:24 pm
*bursts into the Bistro doing a series of backflips and singing....*
"I'm the very model of a modern major general...."
WHAP!
*crashes into the wall upside-down*
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2005 8:26 pm
Mssr Remy LeBeau *bursts into the Bistro doing a series of backflips and singing....*
"I'm the very model of a modern major general...."
WHAP!
*crashes into the wall upside-down* *looks up from Kitty's butter tarts* If you are going to indulge in controlled substances, I'd suggest narcotics, not stimulants.
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2005 8:30 pm
Jean-Paul Mssr Remy LeBeau *bursts into the Bistro doing a series of backflips and singing....*
"I'm the very model of a modern major general...."
WHAP!
*crashes into the wall upside-down* *looks up from Kitty's butter tarts* If you are going to indulge in controlled substances, I'd suggest narcotics, not stimulants.
"Actually dis be Remy after downing a six-pack of Coke." blaugh
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