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[Jan. 12th, 2009|12:24 am] |
...Did someone turn the Naked back on, or was I just that drunk? |
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[Jan. 12th, 2009|01:57 am] |
This world is hardly very impressive. It tries, but... nothing can really replace the O.Z.
Anyone care to try and amuse me? |
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[Jan. 12th, 2009|09:30 am] |
I think that perhaps I'm going to start dancing again. I always did enjoy it (even though I'm not terribly good), and would like to continue my studies.
Are there any capable instructors on this board? I prefer to be in the company of interesting people. |
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[Jan. 12th, 2009|09:35 am] |
HOLY SHIT YOU GUYS
DID I MENTION I KNOCKED UP BELA?
AND MY FREAKIN' KID IS HERE FROM THE GODDAMN FUTURE?
(I didn't want to steal Sam and Anne's thun - hey, their names rhyme, never noticed that - thunder.)
SO HEY.
PARTY AT CASA DEL WINCHESTERS.
(If Sam says it's okay. Pleaaaaase? I'll do the dishes. ... okay, not really, but uh. I won't give you the wet willie I was gonna.) |
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[Jan. 12th, 2009|09:38 am] |
Hey, Satan.
Wanna go do something? We could uhhhh. Give people in New Zeland ebola or something. |
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[Jan. 12th, 2009|02:20 pm] |
What in fresh hell ganked me in the middle of a 25 man raid?
Seriously. This is a total OMGWTFBBQ situation here. And not cool. Someone's just begging to get assraped. |
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[Jan. 12th, 2009|06:33 pm] |
Wuh de tyen, ah. Tzuh muh luh? Where...this isn't Serenity. What's going on?
Alright, just have to stay calm...and figure out where I am.
Has anyone seen a girl...a teenager named River? She has long dark hair and she likes print dresses. I just really need to find her. It's important. |
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[Jan. 12th, 2009|08:18 pm] |
I'm really in need of a gaming group...or an alien invasion. Something to keep me occupied. I really have no idea why I'm so bored.
Oh! Freddles! I'm all settled now, so we can get to work! |
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[Jan. 12th, 2009|08:48 pm] |
Right...does someone want to tell me what's going on?
And where the hell is my team?
Edit: And on that note...where the hell is my wife? |
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[Jan. 12th, 2009|09:46 pm] |
I still can't quite adjust to life without Steed. I never thought I'd miss the call of "Mrs Peel, we're needed!"...
I suppose that once you've been exposed to such danger, such adventure, you never really settle back down properly. |
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