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 Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 10:47 pm
Few! I found my pillow!!! heart
*plops down on the floor*
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 11:19 pm
*uses Lockheed as a pillow*
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 11:21 pm
*reads a scary ghost story*
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 11:23 pm
We could play Pass the Ghost Story!
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 11:24 pm
Interesting, I believe I know this game!!
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 11:26 pm
It's great. You start with a paragraph, then someone else picks ut up, and so on.
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 11:27 pm
I'll pass and just listen.
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 11:28 pm
I don't really know any ghost stories... sweatdrop
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 11:29 pm
crying It's no good if it's just me doing it then!
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 11:30 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 11:32 pm
*phases through a wall and remains intangible*I am sorry for interrupting your evening of female companionship, but to be fair, if the ladies want to be left alone, we'll respect that decision, but the guys are having an evening out as well and it seems only fair that there be no intrusion as well. Thank you. *flies off through the ceiling at high speeds*
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 11:32 pm
It was a dark and windy night. Brooke was just about to lay down to sleep when she heard the sound again. It had been happening regularly for a week now. At midnight, downstairs, without fail, for hours on end, the yapping of a small dog would start. And it would keep her up. All. Night.
But not tonight. Tonight she'd had enough. Tonight she was going to do something about it.
Pass!
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 11:38 pm
She threw off her covers, slipped her slippers on and padded carefully downstairs. She could still hear the yapping of the small dog coming from what sounded like the basement. She headed to the basement door and opened it, and started down the stairs... eek
PASS!
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