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Post by Quites on May 26, 2004 8:09:57 GMT -5
Yes, Mistress. What am I supposed to sing?
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Post by Skiv on May 26, 2004 8:27:03 GMT -5
I dunno! Just... Sing what comes to mind.
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on May 26, 2004 11:38:54 GMT -5
"Ooooh,
Monday night, when I got home,
As drunk as drunk could be,
I saw a h--"
*breaks off, suddenly aware that everyone is staring at her*
"Doesn't anyone know Irish drinking songs anymore?"
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Post by Skiv on May 26, 2004 11:51:39 GMT -5
Wish that I did.
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Post by Quites on May 26, 2004 13:41:45 GMT -5
Ooooohhhhhh Aide-aide-aide-aide AIIIIIIII-DEEEEEEE AIIIIII-DEEEEEE AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!
(Whose Line is it Anyway)
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Post by Skiv on May 26, 2004 14:01:35 GMT -5
Hahah! Scary... I knew what you were talking about...
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on May 26, 2004 14:10:31 GMT -5
"I, can't LIVE, without, your PANTS
So I'll, take, them OFFF!"
More Who's Line is It Anyway songs, I think. ^_^
--TEO
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Post by Skiv on May 26, 2004 14:16:59 GMT -5
HAH! That's funny. Funny and oh so wrong.
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Post by Quites on May 26, 2004 14:23:53 GMT -5
Somehow, WLiiA is like that...
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Post by Skiv on May 26, 2004 14:32:38 GMT -5
Indeed.
I need another PSC!
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Post by Marakai Amenhotep on May 26, 2004 17:23:32 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,300]:: walks in covered in soot, wearing motorcycle helmet, motorcycle goggles, cool black leather jacket, black leather pants, black leather gloves, and cool black leather boots:: Hum...Maybe I should tone down on the possom hair and add more nitroglycerine to my secret motorcycle fuel formula...Didn't have enough "oomph" to it.
Ugh...I need a stiff drink. :: double takes when she sees Skiv and Furball in their drunken states:: Um...Scratch that!! :: pulls Ahrar up:: Give me a diet sprite please. O.o[/glow]
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Post by The Evil Overlordess on May 26, 2004 19:27:15 GMT -5
*Outside, lightening flashes, and thunder crackles through the sky, and the inside of the NP, which is, by definition, never brightly lit, shines like... a toaster in a field at midday. Yesh. That.*
"Yay! Storm!"
*The NP Saloonship begins to get tosses violently around on the Seas. Inside, glasses crash, drinks are spilled, and barrels roll.*
*TEO cheers, bolts outside, and climbs the mast of the ship.*
"Whooot. I love storms."
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Post by Skiv on May 26, 2004 22:52:03 GMT -5
AHRAR! QUICK! GRAB A SWORD!
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Post by Quites on May 27, 2004 7:54:14 GMT -5
What? Why?
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Post by Skiv on May 27, 2004 9:07:55 GMT -5
*sighs* *Turns to Ahrar talking to him like he might be a tad slow* Because it's storming Ahrar. Swords, rain, lightning, thunder, in front of my house in the street. Rack your memory.
(Please see: Four Fighters in the Rain. It's on Fictionpress.)
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Look at the lovely leaf Oz brought me!!
