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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 7:22 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 7:23 pm
all right all rights, the pants are off...yeeesh...
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 7:24 pm
Zinda Blake See, THIS is why I'm glad none'a the other Birds come in here anymore. I get all the dancing boys I want to myself. Speakin' of....let's see some movement, Rexie! *Slides his way over to Zinda and stops, his hand covering his face and the other held over his chest.*
Let's boogie!
*He takes her by the hand and dips her with a grin, pulling her back up and spinning her.*
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 7:24 pm
You got it, sailor!
*Charlestons*
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 7:24 pm
Thank GOD Lian can't come in here.
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 7:28 pm
Did someone say a pantless party! blaugh
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 7:30 pm
Wow. Now THAT ain't right. rofl
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 7:30 pm
Zinda Blake You got it, sailor! *Charlestons* I think this party is missing something, Zinda. wink xd
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 7:31 pm
Why, Mr. Mason! Are you trying to get my pants off?!
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 7:31 pm
*phases in*Hmm...i think I misunderstood the meaning of this party... sweatdrop
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 7:32 pm
Zinda Blake Why, Mr. Mason! Are you trying to get my pants off?! Me, why OF COURSE! wink heart
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 7:33 pm
*happily munches on oreos*
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 7:34 pm
Wow there are some places even i won't go...
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 7:35 pm
Aren't you a naughty metamorph! wink
Wish I could, but the Warden's been keeping such a spy eye on me lately that I can barely get away with dancin'.
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 7:36 pm
Zinda Blake Aren't you a naughty metamorph! wink Wish I could, but the Warden's been keeping such a spy eye on me lately that I can barely get away with dancin'. Aw, and to think what I'm missing. crying
*Dances some more*
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