I can see you have constructed a new light sabre, go back to Mars, take ye flask wit ye, feels so much better wit em pints, tell mom I can paddle on ma own now!


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Freitag, September 29, 2006

weed o'phoon five

9:45 lady receiver reportin ani called wantin to report to work ended up stayin home an'way. proceeded. up the third, caught aler and onid. got call? no call. gotta call. check ya call. drafted a note, power down. power up. scanned a note. power down posted. forget ya call! i's got me stock o jacks from last night yaw thermal whisk needs a lil cooling. 10:00 wit onid to the bat cave now sprinklin puff blowin. half a stick andrew calling suspendin work, "ye guys go home." said, "we finish off we will." grab 'em now cool flask jacks whisk back to the batcave. aler on the nap, weedics onid and coc drinkin jacks blowin tokes crazy weedics life like high school lootin sprinkled and drenched up the loot hole.