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 Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 5:01 pm
 Indus Tamalika ~The Techno Wizard Senior~ "Sounds like quite a house." Indus commented jokingly as he heard the Bulgarian's comment."So...It is natural for burly Germans to put slavers in their place at your house? Or for two Americans threatening a fellow's manhood?" He asked with a smirk."I'm just kidding.I just couldn't help it." He finally admitted. ~The Mathematical Senior too!~ <> Out Of Curry:
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 5:06 pm
Hello, This is Your Sanity!
Hello! Wait what Sanity? 
•´`• If I ran aound the world
would you run with me?
•´`•To see the stars in the sky
Watch it turn to day and
back to nignt
•´`•To run free without a care
Would you run with me?
•´`•But
•´`•How long would you stay?
Untill you found out the trusth,,,,
•´`•Of The
•´`•Darker Side
•´`•of
•´`•ME
Leah Kirkland-Jones ╔═══════════════════════╗ ~~ ╚═══════════════════════╝ Massachusetts
Leah looked at her brother with pity, he looked like a kicked puppy. "awww....Apple you know if anything goes wrong you can find me." she said with a smile. "I Won't abandon you, besides I've been working on a way to get you out of this slavery" she said as he popped and came back down. .
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 5:11 pm
 Anton ZhelevThe Friendly Senior`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´ The Bulgarian chuckled "I do not think I could handle all that if it happened at my house." he sighed "Well, I suppose alcohol is part of some cultures. Like Germany has beer, France has wine, and Russia has his vodka." `•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´ {Bulgarian/English Translation:}
(Out of Sofia: )
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 5:12 pm
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animekittyninja-aka kiki Crew
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 5:13 pm
 ~The Yellow Hammer State~ "Johnny Kane" "Thanks sissy." Bama said as he hugged her legs, since he REALLY didn't want Patricia to see him.He quickly popped his head up again, only to see Cali, TN, and the others in the middle of something."I think I'll stay right down here for another moment."He said as he popped open another bottle of whiskey. Southern Sass To The King's English~
Out of fried foods~: ~The Southern Gentleman Freshman~
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 5:18 pm
Indus Tamalika ~The Techno Wizard Senior~ "Neither could I." He agreed."And I can understand that too...It's just a little crazy at times." He said as he once again watched the others in amusement. ~The Mathematical Senior too!~ <> Out Of Curry:
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 5:35 pm
  ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀Rutilio's eyes widened at the look Georgia was giving him. All he could do was helplessly stare back unable to look away even if he wanted to while Christian held his chin in place. Make out? Cheating? The drunk Floridian didn't quite understand since in his mind it had just been harmless kissing. Then again, kissing always seemed to be more important to the Georgian than it was to him. Rutilio tried to smile weakly in spite of the sadistic and murderous look on his boyfriend's face. "B-But there are different kinds of--" he was cut off by the twisting of his arm and hissed in surprise and pain. Just because he had a high tolerance it didn't mean he couldn't feel it! Florida's cheeks flushed from the pressure and squirmed beneath Christian as his boyfriend kept him firmly pinned to the ground. "I-I do not like it rough!" he objected miserably and his heart began to race as he realized he couldn't wriggle free. "I have told you that before!" He had a bad feeling that whatever rough stuff Georgia might do to him certainly wouldn't be done out of love, either. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀<>
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 5:51 pm
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animekittyninja-aka kiki Crew
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 6:15 pm
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀Once released Florida pulled his arm almost protectively under himself and rubbed at his offended shoulder socket with a self pitying, sulky expression. He didn't try to get up and waited to see if Georgia was done with him or planned on beating him up like how this sort of situation usually ended. Trying to move or struggle away (as he had warned California earlier) would only encourage Christian to do worse to him. When he felt the Georgian shifting to lean down on him he tried to brace himself but instead of abuse all he felt was hot breath and warm lips. Rutilio's cheeks flushed as an excited shiver worked its way down his spine before the state even registered the words being purred almost seductively into his ear. His heart began to race again but this time not so much out of fear. Though he claimed not to like rough games for some reason the Floridian almost found himself looking forward to when they would be alone together again. Just what exactly did his "innocent" Christian have in mind? He couldn't help being just as curious as he was apprehensive about how mean his boyfriend could be... Florida didn't even register the smack on the back of his head as he sat there in stunned silence while he tried to figure out what had happened. His cheeks remained bright red as he mentally fumbled with the absurdity of the whole situation. Where did Georgia learn these things from!? If it was Louisiana then he was going to sick his ocean friends on New Orleans as payback next time a tropical storm hit the Gulf Coast. "... You spend too much time at the Varsity," he mumbled after a few moments of letting Christian sit on him even though by now it was obvious the younger state's weight wasn't anywhere near enough to be a problem for him. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀<>
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 6:41 pm
You could travel the world,
But nothin' comes close,
To the golden coast!
Once you party with u-us,
you'll be fallin' in love! ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆
Landon snoozed happily away, completely oblivious to the fact that he was changing hands in the meantime. Shortly after he was set down on something hard, the Californian smelled something familiar. It had cooled and staled somewhat, but it definitely smelled like his soups and bread. Landon grinned drowsily and rolled over on his side as his unconscious mouth was poked open to take in a piece of bacon.
Andrew's morsel of meat involuntarily worked its way down his esophagus, trailing behind enough salt crystals to leave behind a wonderful taste. Grinning, Landon blearily opened his eyes, smiling at nothing in particular, until his stomach finally awoke to its excessive alcohol load and revolted.
No smile had ever yet tumbled so fast off of the Westerner's face. His eyes bugged out as he jerked into an upright sitting position, his hand flying to his mouth, starting blindly all around him until he finally found somewhere to purge himself. Falling onto his belly, Landon grabbed the trash can that he did not ever remember putting next to his table with both hands and vomited long and hard. After several long moments of disgusting retching, he finally leaned back and scrubbed at his face violently with the tablecloth, his back turned outward to Andrew and the others.
When the Californian was properly cleaned up, he groaned and turned about to face Tennessee. "Ugh," he complained, putting a hand to his head. "That's the last time I ever try to outdrink a German..." He hadn't originally intended to wage alcoholic war with any nations--all he remembered was betting against Rutilio and Johnny over beer.
Speaking about those two... "Andrew?" the state asked. "Where are Johnny and Rutilio?"
Just then, the hand that he had moved to his forehead to quell his raging headache found the cut that Patricia had made with one of his own bottles of wine. Landon's eyes widened as he probed the wound. "Holy..." he muttered, more to himself than to Andrew. "What did I do...?" It was a miracle it wasn't bleeding profusely right now, because head wounds were supposed to bleed more heavily than any others save those to the main blood vessels. That, compounded with the fact that he had been drinking like never before, could have meant his death, were he a mere human and not a state.
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Out of San Francisco: There's a picture coming out of DE chiding OWK and CA falling asleep on him. Idk if alcohol side effects actually happen that fast. Who's taking CA to the doctor?
------------ California boys, we're undeniable,
Fine, fresh, fierce,
We got it on lock!
West coast represent, now put your hands up!
Oh o-o-o-o-ohhh!
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 6:56 pm
~The Yellow Hammer State~ "Johnny Kane" Bama totally remembered something."Hey Germany!" He called as he popped back out of the booth."I drank twenty-seven bottles of whiskey and German beer...Does that mean I win?" He asked with an innocent smile. Southern Sass To The King's English~
Out of fried foods~: ~The Southern Gentleman Freshman~
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 7:01 pm
The State of Tennessee
☀Andrew S. Hickory☀ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ Andrew just watched California's vomiting and slow but slowly sobering movements to get in touch with reality again. He was doing remarkably well for someone who had passed out only moments ago. The Tennessean hummed thoughtfully and looked over his shoulder into the crowd when Landon asked where Johnny and Rutilio were. Andrew wasn't too surprised he had been drunken under the table if he was entering a contest with Alabama. The guy was pretty big so he could usually handle more alcohol than what was normal by default and Tennessee knew his neighbor's love for whiskey was just as great if not greater than his own. "Johnny is over there with Germany and Florida is..." Andrew's voice trailed off when he saw Georgia sitting on top of the eldest state and frowned. He wasn't quite sure what to make of the scene but it didn't quite look friendly as his southern neighbor seemed to be quite threatening at the moment, but he'd been tricked into thinking they were wrestling before. ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♫ ♪ Grade 9
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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animekittyninja-aka kiki Crew
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 8:00 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 8:08 pm
 Oi Oi Vati give me a beer
Oi Oi Mutti, Oi Oi Mutti
I can't forget the flavor
of that wurst I had before Ludwig Ludwig turned his attention from Other World Kingdom to look to Alabama peaking from some hiding spot. As Johnny asked if he won, Germany closed his eyes and thought. "Let's see.... I drank 30 traditional-sized mugs of mein beer, vone bottle of Irish vhiskey, und vone bottle of your vhisky. Mein beer holds more alcohol zhan both of zhe vhiskeys...... So, nein. I vin." Although, he was starting to wonder if he really had won with how his head was starting to hurt a little. Although, at this point, he wasn't sure if it was from the alcohol running through his veins or the frustration of trying to keep order at the event while being so heavily intoxicated.
Out. Of. Chocolate. Cake. ::   "One night, I couldn't sleep well and opened my eyes...to find some strange guy staring at me." "The hell are you doing, Italy!"
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animekittyninja-aka kiki Crew
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Princess Mint the Great Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 03, 2012 8:17 pm
Maureen O'Mally
"Ireland"
*junior*   "Wait..."
Maureen interrupted.
"How can you say your beer has more alcohol content them MY whiskey? That's not posable."
She growled.
"And how have you not died of alcohol posening then?"
Not that she wanted him to. She pouted a bit sad she had come over too late to really participate.
"Once we're sober, you and me."
She pointed between her and the German.
"Are gona have a REAL drinking contest."
She glared at him in a challenge.
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