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[Dec. 4th, 2010|10:33 pm] |
Well... I suppose using a shoulder holster is out of the question for the time being. |
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[Jun. 28th, 2010|02:02 pm] |
All right, some turbulence over the South China Sea is one thing, but not whatever that was. What in blazes just happened? |
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[Mar. 6th, 2010|08:03 am] |
Another tornado?
James Bond, show yourself. |
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[Jan. 5th, 2009|10:08 pm] |
Steed, you always pick the worst times.
...Wait a moment. This isn't... Steed?
I get the distinct feeling that it's going to be difficult for the Avengers to be getting to work. |
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[Jan. 3rd, 2009|01:19 am] |
Law enforcement's right to deadly force has never sat well with me. Shoot first, ask questions later doesn't work so well when they're dead. |
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[Dec. 11th, 2008|05:23 pm] |
You know what's great? Starting over in a new(ish) job in a new city.
What's not so great? When you show up for your first day of work covered in glitter. It's really hard to be taken seriously by criminals when you have that fabulous sheen to you. |
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[Dec. 1st, 2008|06:35 pm] |
Well, it's official. The private sector can go fuck itself.
Luckily, I've got a lead on a old new career path. My thanks to a certain DAC for expediting the process.
London, here I come. |
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[Sep. 7th, 2008|09:08 pm] |
Does anyone know of any good - and safety-minded - tattoo artists? |
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[Aug. 5th, 2008|07:57 am] |
Whatever that was, it had better not have been a weather machine. I'll never hear the end of it from Accounts if I had to destroy a cliché that terrible.
Now if someone could point me towards a phone and a bar where they know enough to serve their vodka colder than the beer? |
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[Jul. 2nd, 2008|07:46 pm] |
SHAN. What the hell happened last night? We were at a bar, everything was great. The next thing I remember is some crazy dream about a tornado, and then I woke up to an alarm. In a bed. With a CRACKberry that I thought belonged to the guy next to me? He told me last night was great, and when I tried to give him the damn thing, he laughed and told me it was mine. It has all kinds of businessy agenda items on it, and I don't know what the hell I'm doing.
WHAT DID YOU TELL THE CIA TO DO TO ME? |
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