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*[[Cig]]: Stone. Stoner friend. Girl problems? Mom problems? Knows where the Earth drugs at. Not as gay as we'd thought. | *[[Cig]]: Stone. Stoner friend. Girl problems? Mom problems? Knows where the Earth drugs at. Not as gay as we'd thought. | ||
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| + | *[[Van]]: Tiny. Stressed. Rich. Likes my boots. If I belonged around here I'd be all anti-Prop 8 over this kid. How do you get proles to buy you an aerospace manufacturing complex? | ||
*[[Bryn]]: Great fencer. Not as male as we'd thought. Real into that dead lady. Wish I could say I was into that, but if you're gonna make me watch lezzes they should at least. Both. Be alive. Man of high standards. | *[[Bryn]]: Great fencer. Not as male as we'd thought. Real into that dead lady. Wish I could say I was into that, but if you're gonna make me watch lezzes they should at least. Both. Be alive. Man of high standards. | ||
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| + | *[[Gil]]: Strong impression you've mistaken SoCal for the trackless African savanna circa King Solomon's Mines. Sorry I set fire to all the things that one time. | ||
*[[Luke]]: Talks faster than me. Wanna take a lawnmower to his hair. Won't admit to being magic. Frustrating. Enjoyed, would be frustrated again. | *[[Luke]]: Talks faster than me. Wanna take a lawnmower to his hair. Won't admit to being magic. Frustrating. Enjoyed, would be frustrated again. | ||
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| + | *[[Foster]]: So many preachers in this town. At least this one doesn't seem to be turning his crazy into magic. One headache fewer. | ||
*[[Hrafn]]: how i mine for sense. Cute bird, though. | *[[Hrafn]]: how i mine for sense. Cute bird, though. | ||
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*[[everyone else]]: why is everyone staring at me | *[[everyone else]]: why is everyone staring at me | ||
Revision as of 04:08, 25 September 2013
- Cig: Stone. Stoner friend. Girl problems? Mom problems? Knows where the Earth drugs at. Not as gay as we'd thought.
- Van: Tiny. Stressed. Rich. Likes my boots. If I belonged around here I'd be all anti-Prop 8 over this kid. How do you get proles to buy you an aerospace manufacturing complex?
- Bryn: Great fencer. Not as male as we'd thought. Real into that dead lady. Wish I could say I was into that, but if you're gonna make me watch lezzes they should at least. Both. Be alive. Man of high standards.
- Gil: Strong impression you've mistaken SoCal for the trackless African savanna circa King Solomon's Mines. Sorry I set fire to all the things that one time.
- Luke: Talks faster than me. Wanna take a lawnmower to his hair. Won't admit to being magic. Frustrating. Enjoyed, would be frustrated again.
- Foster: So many preachers in this town. At least this one doesn't seem to be turning his crazy into magic. One headache fewer.
- Hrafn: how i mine for sense. Cute bird, though.
- everyone else: why is everyone staring at me
