This journal is friends locked. If you want to read it (and frankly I can't imagine why you would want to read it), leave a message here, and I'll consider it. Note how you know me. That would help.
We met in a seedy little dive bar on Zebulon 9. I tried to get your number, but you were having none of it. Then, green-skinned Amazons came in, shooting the place up. We wound up having a two-hour conversation about the effects of God on Jell-O while hiding behind the bar, waiting for the Amazons to finish blowing the place up. James T. Kirk came in and subdued them all with his libido, and that's pretty much the story of how we met.
We served together for 2 years on the Intergalactic Giant Robot team. You were the best gunner ever and recorded an unheard of tally of 6.5 million kills.
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We met in a seedy little dive bar on Zebulon 9. I tried to get your number, but you were having none of it. Then, green-skinned Amazons came in, shooting the place up. We wound up having a two-hour conversation about the effects of God on Jell-O while hiding behind the bar, waiting for the Amazons to finish blowing the place up. James T. Kirk came in and subdued them all with his libido, and that's pretty much the story of how we met.
Seriously. Remember?
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We served together for 2 years on the Intergalactic Giant Robot team. You were the best gunner ever and recorded an unheard of tally of 6.5 million kills.
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