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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 1:00 pm
Actually......nah, never mind. Let's go against type today.
::sits at the bar and orders club soda with a dash of lime::
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 1:02 pm
*is still in since she never left* Hey al...
BABS! *glomps and kisses*
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 1:10 pm
*glids in* "I'll take anything cold, its hot as hell out there"
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 1:11 pm
Greer Nelson BABS! *glomps and kisses* whee heart *kisses back* Been too long, pretty kitty.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 1:12 pm
Nathaniel~Adam *glids in* "I'll take anything cold, its hot as hell out there" stare Oh, it's you. I have something for you, let me dig it out here.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 1:17 pm
: razz ulls out a set of Pan Pipes::
I wrote you a song.
It's called "DIE, RAT-KILLING FIEND DIE".
*Ahem*
::cracks knuckles::
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 1:17 pm
Barbara_Gordon Greer Nelson BABS! *glomps and kisses* whee heart *kisses back* Been too long, pretty kitty. Indeed. 3nodding heart
*eyes Nathaniel* No roasting of vermin today please. wink
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 1:19 pm
"Not yet, but I'm on gaurd" *laughs*
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 1:20 pm
: razz lays a sharp, shrill sounding song that causes metal radiation encasements to crack::
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 1:21 pm
I heard you just had a birthday. Anything you have in mind for a belated b-day gift? wink
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 1:31 pm
::hits the bridge of the song, which causes the eardrums of dorks with blue hair to burst::
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 1:33 pm
*jams along with the song on drunken air guitar*
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 1:36 pm
"You don't want me to burst...do you crying , if I did the entire city would go byes twisted "
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 1:38 pm
::Stops playing::
LeBeau has a bomb shelter in the basement, and I'm best friends with the fastest man alive. I think I'll try the odds.
::goes back to the song::
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 1:41 pm
"Bomb shelter in the basement, I don't know if that'll help xd , and did I wrong you in a preivous life, why is it that you despise me so confused "
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