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[j3gus.livejournal.com]

i need someone to give me the low down
a little explanation as to why i got robbed and kidnapped
and why i have a phone full of contacts
access to this really shitty looking a/v chat
im a hungry mind yearning for knowledge
undulating in wait for a savage assault on my tender think pan
but as much as i want out of this retarded looking shithole
i dont think i quite have the cash for it
so along with my unquestionably insatiable desire for throbbing enlightenment
i may need one of you weirdos to lend me like 500 bucks
alright peace
ps: thanks for not raping me

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[Wait, shit. OK, he had to take a second to recover. He's still not used to the big guy being gone.]


[Not that he'd admit it.]

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[Okay maybe. Maybe that was a little rude and condescending. Switching gears.]

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[Dave's got tougher skin than that!]

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[Though as far as we all know the smuppet industry is an impudent foamy teat that is as-yet left unsuckled in Prospero's universe...]

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[Oh god no]

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[He already knew this was his worst weakness.

Still, it was one he worked around.]

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