hi kids. here it is, another little peek into my twisted mind.
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Disclaimer- Naturally, I don't own anything. Even this computer isn't mine. The sales clerk in Radio Shack is eyeing me suspiciously. I think he's onto me. He seems to see a problem with the large computer shaped bulge coming out of my sweater. Hmmm. Perhaps this is not the time.
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Double Stick Tape- Chapter Two
It was just a regular night. Kari was shaking her money-maker (her ass, for those of you who were curious) and serving up some kickass drinks for monsterous tips. She was mid-pour when she heard it: it may have bee a drunken slur, but it was unmistakable.
"I'llave threeee shots of, um, that stuffffff. Mmmm. Treeshots, thas it."(I'll have three shots of that stuff. Mmm. Three shots, that's it.)
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Disclaimer- Naturally, I don't own anything. Even this computer isn't mine. The sales clerk in Radio Shack is eyeing me suspiciously. I think he's onto me. He seems to see a problem with the large computer shaped bulge coming out of my sweater. Hmmm. Perhaps this is not the time.
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Double Stick Tape- Chapter Two
It was just a regular night. Kari was shaking her money-maker (her ass, for those of you who were curious) and serving up some kickass drinks for monsterous tips. She was mid-pour when she heard it: it may have bee a drunken slur, but it was unmistakable.
"I'llave threeee shots of, um, that stuffffff. Mmmm. Treeshots, thas it."(I'll have three shots of that stuff. Mmm. Three shots, that's it.)