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 Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 5:51 pm
Who's there knocking at my window
The owl and the dead boy
redface Didn't expect to run into an attractive guy out here in the wilderness. Come here often?
This night whispers my name
All the dying children
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 5:52 pm
Ah, yes, may you please give me my tribal pants though?
I'm quite sure I left it there.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 5:55 pm
Who's there knocking at my window
The owl and the dead boy
Uhhh... *brain finally registers request* Oh, yeah... *hands grass skirt*
This night whispers my name
All the dying children
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 5:58 pm
Thank you. *puts on grass skirt*
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 5:59 pm
you're lucky I'm not an elephant and eats grass >.>
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 6:03 pm
You're lucky I'm not a shaman yet I'm not going to turn you into an elephant. u.u
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 6:20 pm
Who's there knocking at my window
The owl and the dead boy
I suppose that as a shaman, you gotta purify yourself in the waterfall a lot more.
This night whispers my name
All the dying children
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 12:20 am
Ummmm . . . I'm not a shaman. neutral
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 4:48 am
You're awfully bloody, do you need help getting the blood out of your clothes?
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 5:00 am
Just spray him with vinegar.
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 5:05 am
Or salt water. I've heard that helps to
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 6:05 am
I'm alright ladies . . . no need to worry, if I have a whole on my stomach then that's when I'm not okay. ^^
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 6:51 am
Jeez I just saw you in bed, may I join you? xD
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 11:11 am
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 12:45 pm
Who's there knocking at my window
The owl and the dead boy
... There are pigs and a naked tiki man running rampant while you're in the freakin' shower. Hurry up, please? You won't like it if I have to control them...
This night whispers my name
All the dying children
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