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 Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 5:53 pm
Okie, now I have a Brown, Blue, and Pink giftbox and an Ancient Chest... What should I do with those?
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 6:33 pm
*wanders into bar, lights up an official Kinky Friedman cigar, and reads "The Love Song of J Edgar Hoover"*
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 6:48 pm
*sneaks into the bar and yoinks Hellboy's book away, holding his place but giving him a surprise kiss*
Hey there Big Red.
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 7:00 pm
Melaka _ Fray *sneaks into the bar and yoinks Hellboy's book away, holding his place but giving him a surprise kiss*
Hey there Big Red.
Mel! whee
Heya, baby. *kiss* How've you been? Busy?
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 7:07 pm
*makes his way in and looks around. He is after all very cleverly digused and is almost sure no one would see through it*
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 7:14 pm
Groucho Marx? eek I though you were dead! gonk
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 7:16 pm
Yeah. The foul legions of the undead won't slay themselves. Plus, my cop-sister got a new boyfriend, so she wants me to look presentable when his parents come to visit. Apparently, having too many bruises, cuts and other wounds gives a bad first impression. Who knew?
((Plus, the crazy a** handler here thinks he's capable of getting into Graduate School, and the application process has consumed almost all of his not-at-work free time.))
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 7:16 pm
Unfortunately, only my career. What's shakin between you and the dame?
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 7:21 pm
I'm gonna shake you like an inappropriately joked about baby if you don't keep looking at me with that crazy smile of yours.
Uppity dead people and their creepiness...
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 7:26 pm
Melaka _ Fray Yeah. The foul legions of the undead won't slay themselves. Plus, my cop-sister got a new boyfriend, so she wants me to look presentable when his parents come to visit. Apparently, having too many bruises, cuts and other wounds gives a bad first impression. Who knew? ((Plus, the crazy a** handler here thinks he's capable of getting into Graduate School, and the application process has consumed almost all of his not-at-work free time.))
You must've found time somewhere, though, you look wonderful. domokun *kiss*
((Yeouch. Good luck with that, and Godspeed. I know college bureacracy ranks way up there when it comes to boneheadedness. xp ))
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 7:28 pm
Well unfortuantely the crazy cat that I'm looking for isn't here at the moment, so I guess I'll have to come by later. *puts down a jack in the box on the bar*Until then, you crazy kids stay outta trouble...*makes his way out of the bar*
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 7:32 pm
::dashes in, out of breath::
Huff..huff...huff...WHERE IS HE?!!!!
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 7:38 pm
*slips quietly into the tavern*
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 7:40 pm
DAMNATION, PEOPLE?! ANY OF Y'ALLS GOT VOCAL CORDS?! SPEAK UP!
WHERE
IS
GROUCHO
MARX?!!!!!!!
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 7:42 pm
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