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bluegargantua) wrote2006-03-01 05:07 pm
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Paging Mr. Caprio!
We need to go to Vegas.
We need to hit this restaraunt called the In-N-Out.
We need to order a 250x250.
We need to show these people who's boss.
It's like bucket burger!
Tom
We need to hit this restaraunt called the In-N-Out.
We need to order a 250x250.
We need to show these people who's boss.
It's like bucket burger!
Tom
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I can't imagine the straining that must've happened about 48 hours later.
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Tom
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Me, Too!
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By all the meaty gods, WHY?
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i mean goddamn, man. where's the NSFHC tag? it looked so greasy i can see through my monitor now.
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Mikey and I are like Ulysses and Prometheus. We spit in the faces of the meaty gods and dare them to do their worst. Though it may result in our friends being turned to swine or our livers pecked out for an eternity, we shall be heroes of the first order.
"Many Bothan cows died to bring you this burger..."
Tom
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Huh. And I thought it would just mean that we'd have a couple of funerals to attend sooner rather than later.
"Why do I smell oily cheese? Shouldn't he smell like embalming fluid?"
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