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[Jan. 31st, 2011|12:18 am] |
ive fond the botle hahhahahahah
NO MOR E RULES IM FRE AND TRAPPped ALL TOGether NOW |
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[Jan. 31st, 2011|01:04 am] |
Right so, I don't know a thing about hunting bar what I saw from heaven. And by all accounts Sam and Dean aren't exactly by the book by any standards. So I'm gonna learn the basics and hope it helps. But what I can do like some kinda goddess is organize. We need to work out where we are and how we were brought here. We need to work out supplies, if there are people here, is this even earth anymore all of it.
I'd like to form teams. For this. Bear with me people it'll work. I sort of feel the need to help in some kind of sensible way, if that makes sense. |
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[Jan. 31st, 2011|11:17 am] |
Um. I might have gotten caught up in my own bravado and pissed off one of the Ruby's over the internet.
Stupid online anonimity. ...Is she gonna make me vomit mealworms till I die now? |
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[Jan. 31st, 2011|07:01 pm] |
The hell kind of place is this, anyway? Crazy Sam, crazy me, Lucifer, demon-witches, me and Sam as chicks, just what the hell? I don't
I think it was better back h
Anyone else a little disturbed by the lack of people who aren't ...us? |
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