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 Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 11:23 am
I had the weirdest dream....
For some reason I met Stan Lee and had to yell EXCELSIOR! and point up to the sky!
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 12:11 pm
Clark~Kent I had the weirdest dream....
For some reason I met Stan Lee and had to yell EXCELSIOR! and point up to the sky! Perhaps you are to become the mayor of the New York. Your new empire will be swiftly crushed. stare
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 2:20 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 2:53 pm
I'd like to get my hands around the throat of whoever came up with the concept of winter. stare
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 2:54 pm
Now now, mate. Winter came in damn handy when Hitler got it in his gourd to try and invade Russia, didn't it!
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 2:57 pm
Napolean too, but I'm neither of those. I'm a tropical person, I like it hot.
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 2:58 pm
And there's not a darn radiator in here or anything?
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 2:59 pm
*Shrug*
I dunno, I'm used to providing my own heat.
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 3:01 pm
So what's stoppin' you from doing that now?
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 3:02 pm
I tend to burn the place down. sad
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 3:05 pm
Pssh. A little self control and you'll be fine. It's nippy in here if I do say so myself.
*kicks heels up on the table*
Just torque it up to about a Bahamas level in here and we'll be set.
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 3:13 pm
Hmm, self control...
*Heat begins to eminate from her body, and radiate outward, beginning to circulate throughout the breezy bar. Tiny flames begin to dance on her arms and hands.*
Oh my God, look at the cute little fires!
*Suddenly the flames begin to grow in size.*
Oh shoot! Self control! What do I do? Think about baseball!
Bottom of the ninth, bases loaded and Bonds steps up to the plate. His manager is coming to the plate with him, why? Oh! Looks like the big guy forgot to remove the needle from his arm!
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 3:14 pm
*heads behind the bar*
Can I get you a drink? Maybe that'll help you focus.
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 3:17 pm
No, thanks. I think I got it now, as long as I can keep Bonds at the plate we'll be fine.
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 3:20 pm
*makes up a bloody mary with tabasco anyways and slides it down the bar*
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