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Post by sascrotch on Jan 13, 2011 12:22:53 GMT -5
NOOOOooOoOooOOO!
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Post by Viking Dong on Jan 13, 2011 12:37:24 GMT -5
YEEEEeeEeEeeSSS!
dididoitrite?
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Post by sascrotch on Jan 13, 2011 12:38:32 GMT -5
Very rite Ritual rite Diet Rite
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Post by Viking Dong on Jan 13, 2011 12:41:02 GMT -5
Burial rite! *bwahahaha*
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Post by sascrotch on Jan 13, 2011 12:41:37 GMT -5
Egads, man, show some respect! You've agitated my mustachios!
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Post by Viking Dong on Jan 13, 2011 12:51:16 GMT -5
Maybe they are just hungry? Try feeding them.
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Post by sascrotch on Jan 13, 2011 12:55:42 GMT -5
They feasted on the flesh of a yearling just this morning!
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Post by Viking Dong on Jan 13, 2011 12:59:32 GMT -5
Oh, good heaven, Charles.
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Post by sascrotch on Jan 13, 2011 13:00:19 GMT -5
Indeed. I dare say Miss Murple had quite a spell when a bit of blood splashed onto her summer blouse.
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Post by Viking Dong on Jan 13, 2011 13:06:17 GMT -5
Wasn't that a new blouse from Mrs. Weaver, the pastor's wife?
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Post by sascrotch on Jan 13, 2011 13:08:19 GMT -5
That's the one. Oh, Pastor Weaver will not be pleased.
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Post by Viking Dong on Jan 13, 2011 13:10:13 GMT -5
Indeed, indeed, Charles. But sacrifices must be made to appease the mustachios.
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Post by sascrotch on Jan 13, 2011 13:13:00 GMT -5
True enough. In fact... *stares at you hungrily*
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Post by Viking Dong on Jan 13, 2011 13:13:53 GMT -5
*Fidgets nervously*
Well, um, twas nice chatting with you old friend, but I daresay I've come down with a chill and I must depart ere it becomes to long!
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Post by sascrotch on Jan 13, 2011 13:14:26 GMT -5
*mustachios shoot out at you, lashing at your arms and face*
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