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[Jan. 30th, 2009|10:55 pm] |
Hello? An... y rea.... e? Fuc.... orm to.... me hal.... e mountain.
H... o? |
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[Jan. 22nd, 2009|10:02 pm] |
I seen some crazy shit in m'life, but I ain't never seen nothin' like 'at.
The hell? |
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[Nov. 14th, 2008|11:19 pm] |
Fuckin' finally.
Best gotta damn good reason t'have hid m'clothes in November, cowboy. Ain't no good reason make a man run around naked, this cold. |
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[Aug. 17th, 2008|04:15 pm] |
Thank God I finally got my ass back to civilization.
Someone wanna tell me why my mountain sank t'the ocean there for a few days? Th'Hell kinda place is this?
[[ooc: Jack had been farming in Italy (for Athos and Porthos, I think I remember?), when Europe sank into the ocean. I'm going to assume he didn't have a phone with him, since he's not used to them anyway, and he's just now getting back on the grid (other than perhaps a 'I'm not dead' call to Ennis, I'm guessing- unless you want to go for the dramatic). Needless to say, he's rather pissed.]] |
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[Jul. 18th, 2008|12:26 am] |
Another city, another party.
How 'bout one'a you fine ladies meetin' me at the Hyatt for a drink? My treat.
[ooc: Jack Twist is filling the country-star void that Aziraphale has created, suddenly being... elsewhere. He's a cocky hick-hop sonuvabitch. Beware!] |
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[Jun. 28th, 2008|02:31 pm] |
Sam Witwickey, I don't rightly know how t'say all I wanna say t'you. Ain't never felt like this, no how. Done married once, an' 't won't like 'is. Will y'do me them honors, an' wear m'ring? |
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[Jun. 25th, 2008|10:04 pm] |
'S ain't right. Ain't right a'all.
The hell was that? |
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[Mar. 9th, 2008|08:02 pm] |
Somebody want t'explain t'me, why m'daughter's 'partment standin' empty? Ain't nothing there. Ain't no sign of Junior an' Drew neither. |
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[Mar. 3rd, 2008|06:46 pm] |
Somethin' ain't right.
Jack! Th'hell's goin' on, Jack? |
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[Mar. 1st, 2008|12:28 am] |
( Ennis ) |
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[Feb. 29th, 2008|08:47 pm] |
Ennis?
Have the wolves been keeping up their end of things? |
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[Feb. 28th, 2008|08:33 pm] |
[Alma's filter with the below label is set so Bobby, Ennis, Jack, and Mark can read it.]
( People I love the most. ) |
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[Feb. 25th, 2008|01:41 am] |
's late, an' I'm up.
Mark's over t'night, 'cept I was in bed when he came, so I couldn't say hi.
Mama havin' a boyfriend other 'an Daddy's weird, 'cause Daddy didn't never have t'come over, h'always lived with us.
( Papaw, Daddy an Grampa Jack ) |
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[Feb. 22nd, 2008|10:12 pm] |
First night inna buildin' an' someone get's shot.
Comfortin'. |
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[Feb. 16th, 2008|07:22 pm] |
Times sure is changed, men never used to hit on ladies with babies 'fore. |
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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. 11th, 2008|09:18 pm] |
Damn technology.
I'm in love! And it's the best feeling in the world.
What'd I miss while all of my tech gadgets were on the fritz? |
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[Feb. 11th, 2008|08:53 pm] |
Fuck.
M'little girl is here. Junior. She's here. With...her son. M'grandson. Calls me 'papaw'.
Ain't no mistake.
He's Jack's grandson too. Junior an' Bobby. I ain't never thought that. They ain't never ev'n met, last I knew.
Ain't possible, her bein' fr'm th' future an' all. Ain't possible.
Jack ain't dead. He's right 'ere an' we's owning this here ranch, th'two a'us. He ain't dead in th'grave. He ain't. |
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[Feb. 11th, 2008|08:37 pm] |
American Gladiators.
A celebration of everything I loved about the eighties.
Built women in spandex, steroids, and people beating on other people in protective padding.
All they're missing is the mullets. |
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[Feb. 11th, 2008|07:29 pm] |
Well then. I reckon I ought to tell y'all I just joined uh. . this place.
I awready know w'a's goin' on, no need to be explainin'. Name's Alma, Alma Junior, to be exact.
[OOC: This was posted after the log took place, mun got bored XD.] |
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[Feb. 9th, 2008|10:24 pm] |
Don't s'pose 'ere's any other ranchers on'is thing, lookin' f'work? S'a lotta fuckin' acres f'two of us.
...'Maybe somebody jus' lookin' for a drink? Love ol' Sara an' Ennis t'death, but I could use a bit'a conversation with somethin' willin' t'talk back.
( Trindle ) |
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[Feb. 9th, 2008|02:41 pm] |
For Valentine's day, I'm going to bake cookies for everyone who wants them - especially people who don't have a valentine and need a pick-me-up. I can make pretty much any kind, and if you want something I haven't heard of, I'll track it down!
I'm in New York, but I'll send cookies anywhere. I like sharing love! And cookies. Hee. ♥ |
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[Feb. 8th, 2008|11:42 pm] |
( Jack ) |
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[Feb. 7th, 2008|10:45 pm] |
God damn wolf gutted one a'my sheep and th'rain soaked m'matches. Fuckin' pisser of a day. |
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[Feb. 3rd, 2008|07:10 pm] |
Well.
Hey party people. |
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[Feb. 1st, 2008|07:43 pm] |
Damn horses been spooked all damn day. |
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[Jan. 30th, 2008|07:22 pm] |
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Newspaper's dated 2008.
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What happened t'the last 25 years? |
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[Jan. 29th, 2008|09:23 pm] |
'Damn hard storm. 'Anybody gettin' this? I lost m'damn horse... Bossman's gonna have my hat.
Anybody, please reply. |
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[Jan. 29th, 2008|03:38 pm] |
I seen some crazy shit in m'life, but I ain't never seen nothin' like 'at. |
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