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[Feb. 12th, 2008|12:43 am] |
I think I want to go out and save the world a little bit. Jon, can you make sure mom doesn't escape or anything?
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[Feb. 12th, 2008|01:02 am] |
RRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAH!
DID YOU HEAR THAT GROWL?! DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE GROWLASAURIAN ACCENT?! THEY CALL MY LEFT NUT SIMBA AND MY RIGHT NUT MUFASA CUS I'M THE LION KING OF FUCKIN'!
DON'T CORRECT ME! YOU DON'T KNOW MY FATHER. YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW ME! WHICH IS WHY I'M BOUT TO TELL YOU!
I'M THE JUGGERNAUT BITCH! THAT'S RIGHT, I'M BACK AGAIN FOR THE LAST TIME OF THE FIRST TIMES! YOU CAN'T STOP ME! I'M HERE AND I'M FEARLESS! READY TO KICK SHIT DOWN THROATS AND TAKE A PISS IN YOUR MOM'S MOAT! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?! DO YOU COMPREHENDO MY SPEAKO?!
MAN, YOU NEED TO RECOGNIZE! DON'T YOU SEE THE SHIT I'M WEARIN'? THIS IS CUSTOM MADE OUT OF LOW CHOLESTEROL SPIDER MONKEY BABIES FROM THE PLANET SWALLOW DEEZ. THAT'S WHY MY SUIT SO TIGHT! LIKE A JUNIOR PROM FULL OF FRESHMENS!
SO DON'T THINK YOU OFF THE HOOK, JUST CUZ YOU KNOW THE LINGO DON'T MEAN YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN THOUGH!
BUT YOU DO KNOW ONE THING!
YOU DO KNOW THAT THE PROOF IS IN MY PUDDIN'!
AND THAT I'M THE JUGERNAUT BIIIIIIIIIIIITCH! |
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[Feb. 12th, 2008|01:05 am] |
I'm thinking about a mirror. One that covers my entire bedroom ceiling. This will ensure that no matter where we fuck, I can view us with ease. |
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[Feb. 12th, 2008|02:33 am] |
Where is everybody? Why isn't anyone still awake? Why isn't anyone still up? You have to come see this.
I'm done! I finished! I can't believe it! It's about kriffing time I finished this. I tracked down the last two parts I needed in a high tech area of Asia last night. It took awhile to find things that'd work in place of parts I would've found easily back home, which has made it one of the most frustrating projects I've ever worked on. And I had to meditate for hours on the crystal, but it's ready now. Everything's put together. I'm finally done! And the best part of all? It works. I built a working lightsaber!
I couldn't have done it without Master Qui-Gon and Anakin. It'd probably have blown up in my hand if it wasn't for you two.
Where is everybody? It's not that late! I'm only on my third cup of caff for the night.
( Anakin )
( Jamie )
( Master Qui-Gon ) |
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[Feb. 12th, 2008|08:30 am] |
What in the hell just happened? |
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[Feb. 12th, 2008|10:54 am] |
What happened to my spaceship? How did I end up back on this mudball?
( Runaways ) |
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[Feb. 12th, 2008|04:53 pm] |
I'm beginning to think I'm just stuck like this. |
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[Feb. 12th, 2008|04:55 pm] |
Okay I'm done sitting around here and having all this stuff to do.
Someone come heal me. I know someone out there can. |
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[Feb. 12th, 2008|05:55 pm] |
I'm b'ginning t'think I don't like girls much.
Least not th'ones at school. |
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[Feb. 12th, 2008|07:16 pm] |
Is the bad gone now? |
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[Feb. 12th, 2008|07:41 pm] |
Mister Cowboy Man? Drew's Pawpaw?
Can we's come visit? Drew wanted to see a DeeVeeDee we's had. Daddy and Papi said to ask you, since it's yours house. |
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[Feb. 12th, 2008|07:48 pm] |
Nothing seems to be out of of place.
Aside from the abnormally large hole in the side of a few buildings.
Did I get knocked on the head again? |
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[Feb. 12th, 2008|07:52 pm] |
Sumthin' ain't quite right here, now. |
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[Feb. 12th, 2008|07:59 pm] |
By tomorrow, all this snow will have turned to slush and gray ice. It will be disgusting and crappy to travel-slash-fight crime in.
But right now? It's pretty. And it's just nice knocking petty criminals out while the snow falls around you.
( Jean Paul )
( Dickwing )
( Timberly )
( Juno ) |
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[Feb. 12th, 2008|08:00 pm] |
( Private )
So. Rube, like, totally needs a girlfriend. I swear, it's like he's never had one in his life. Y'know, loosely speaking, and all. |
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[Feb. 12th, 2008|08:48 pm] |
Fucking Hell, what...This isn't Em city. Where the Fuck am I? Toby? Shit. Shit.
I'm out. I'm fucking out. Jesus. |
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[Feb. 12th, 2008|09:50 pm] |
Uh, so I guess I'm suppose to ask if anyone can heal me or something. |
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[Feb. 12th, 2008|10:05 pm] |
Well, that was. . .unnecessary.
If Candra shows up, I'm going to shoot myself. For the record.
Alright, so I owe Gilbert a date, Jonas a movie night, and Captain America an answer to a question.
And I have to find some way to make my brother's assets mine. Should be simple enough.
Guess I'm back to business as usual. |
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[Feb. 12th, 2008|10:22 pm] |
GUIDO! |
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[Feb. 12th, 2008|11:12 pm] |
What the fucking fuck is going on around here? |
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