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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 6:13 pm
*enters the bistro and sets three tins of cookies down on her table*
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 6:18 pm
*grabs her fishing pole and runs from the EVIL cookies*
((Kapow Fishin: Bass'kin Lake, Pier 2, Room: Fishies!))
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 6:19 pm
I got a tire... I need that tire hat!
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 6:35 pm
where is there an open one?
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 6:45 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 6:46 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 6:47 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 7:23 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 7:24 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 7:26 pm
*Stumbles in....has a bottle of his Weapon V: Russian Vodka in his hand*
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 7:29 pm
Damn, Loogan, you're supposed to leave loaded, not come loaded!
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 7:32 pm
I caught more tires in 20 minutes then I have in the last 3 months.
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 7:32 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 7:35 pm
Richard Rider Damn, Loogan, you're supposed to leave loaded, not come loaded! *Snickers and squints an eye at Richard, while pointing at him with a finger while gripping the bottle neck tightly* Yeaahn... Well, who's th' boss o'that, eh? I'mma come in tanked...an' go out... Go out... *Pauses as he tries to think of the word. Stands straight up...although leaning slightly to his left...and tips back some chugging of the alien distilled liquor. Finishing, he lowers the bottle and looks at Richard with a big grin and wide blue eyes* ...Go out...tanked!
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 7:36 pm
I gotta envy you, Rummy McTanked. I'd drink the stuff except it's making my eyes water from here.
*lights another cigarette*
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