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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 5:59 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 6:01 pm
Yeah! And is my imagination or the big one doubles as a Christmas tree too? eek
I've been doing Christmas wrong all along...
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 6:06 pm
Nah, we have a different tree. Snow's kids love the giant stuffed penguin.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 6:07 pm
I think I need to redecorate my New York apartment now... not enough penguins. In fact there's none.
Is that a dancing one there too? sweatdrop
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 6:16 pm
*looks*
Hey! Less dancing, more decorating, buddy.
*starts stringing lights along the ceiling*
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 7:16 pm
*stars at a gingerbread man*
I sentence you...to death!
*bites off the gingerbread head*
His only crime was being born delicious.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 7:47 pm
*Guy blinks at Powell.* You're so weird . . . .
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 7:50 pm
Yup. But I got a hot wife and you have....a bunch of blue midgets bossing you around.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 8:01 pm
Pssh. I can play the field, though. Something you can't do any more. I could date Ice, or her friend, Fire. Or heck. I c ould even try hitting on Diana! I mean, I wouldn't, but I could!
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 2:04 pm
*lays on a couch pretty well drunk*
I mish mah wife. crying
*passes out*
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 8:08 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 8:13 pm
*snores and mumbles in his sleep*
zzzzzzz....ur not sho fasht and awshome....zzzzz
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 8:18 pm
*Walks in and snorts.*
Wake up, Powell stare
I'm here to buy the Dragon girl books in braille.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 8:21 pm
*blearily opens his eyes*
Wha? Go 'way. Closed.
*rolls over*
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 8:23 pm
At 7?!? What are you, crazy? Just sell me my books, and I'll be gone.
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