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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 12:21 pm
*grabs a handy-dandy canister out of his back pocket and sprays silly string everywhere*
It seems someone has replaced my ninja protection spray with silly string. Very funny, Bats. stare
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 12:28 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 12:41 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 12:46 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 12:56 pm
Not too shabby. Long day at work tho. How about you?
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 12:57 pm
Day off. Have to make a run for work though. Speaking of... *tries to call the Devil*
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 1:01 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 1:03 pm
She's suppose to join me in my out and aboutage.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 1:13 pm
Nevermind. She came a knocking on my window. I'm outtie! *Kitty and Lucifer hugs to Virg!*
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 1:15 pm
Oh... THAT devil. *waves* Have fun, kids.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 5:54 pm
People on public transportation are scary...
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 6:01 pm
KittyPryde People on public transportation are scary... You mean like how dey will be seated at de back of a bus and walk clear past de exit so dey can get off de front, despite de fact dey're s'posed to get off de back, only to turn an' head past de back of de bus when dey get outside?
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 6:03 pm
I was refering to people who hit on you or talk to themselves. But sure....
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 6:05 pm
KittyPryde I was refering to people who hit on you or talk to themselves. But sure.... I don't get hit on on the bus. The talking-out-loud thing, I can verify.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2005 6:27 pm
Oh, that. Yeah I've dealt with those folks plenty of times. I also get de rudes ones. Hell today alone at a bus stop I had some guy continuously talking to me about God and how bad my religion was and it was all I could do to keep my yap shut.
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