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 Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 1:44 pm
Er, threatening it with a gun isn't gonna work. Try giving it a coin.
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 1:45 pm
I do not pay to be tortured, young lady.
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 1:46 pm
*puts in a quarter, selects "My Humps"*
domokun
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 1:47 pm
::Suddenly remembers why he hates bars in the future::
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 1:47 pm
Sweet Marquise de Sade, what is this ghastly contraption? gonk
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 1:48 pm
Now it seems you really WILL be tortured, Johanna.
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 1:49 pm
It will dine on hot lead before I submit to this injustice and it's lucious humps. *Draws her guns* scream
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 1:52 pm
eek
~dives behind counter~
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 1:53 pm
HAVE AT THEE, DEMON! *Shoots the jukebox to bits.*
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 1:55 pm
Holy Hannah.
: biggrin ucks flying CDs::
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 1:57 pm
~covers ears at the sounds of gunfire~
Speaking of great songs, you know what I find surprisingly addictive?
So Long And Thanks For All The Fish.
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 1:58 pm
*Blows the smoke from her barrels.*
I usually charge for dispatching demons, but I'm in a charitable mood and here on more pressing business.
*Hears a pathetic warbling issuing from the jukebox.*
SILENCE, DEMON. scream
*Lifts her skirts daintily and kicks the smoking ruin into silence.*
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 1:58 pm
And once again, The Black Eyed Peas cause a person to kill.
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 2:00 pm
I dare say, where is the love?
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2006 2:01 pm
Apparently, it's in my humps. The ones that get, get, get you drunk. 'Course, that still leaves me with the dilemma of what to do with all that junk.
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