Apr 20, 2009 13:54
My id... she has gone, far away from this boat, leaving me only five-sixths of a man. Simultaneously, I feel completely hollowed and filled with tepid water, which is rather confusing.
I suppose I could take a spin around the boat, and maybe visit this new brewpub I've heard so much about. Sergei's was it?
cracker-jacks and pepper-pies,
seemstress,
seem
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Before you ask, yes. I am indeed making a pass at you!
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People are bad cups, but good vessels. Or is it vassals? But bad boats. Unless you're dead, then you float really well, but you get squishy after a while and people always get so upset when...
I'm Alice! What's your name?
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You have quite the philosopher's bend, don't you? The floating perished do lack the certain solidness necessary to serve as a yacht. It's refreshing to hear such sense!
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Your id? What is that?
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That's... interesting, s-sir. Oh, my.
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Sir, I'm not sure this is something you should be talking to total strangers about.
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