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[haphazardace]

[ahh, camp! another bright and sunny afternoon, albeit a mildly ominous one given everything that's been occurring over the last few days. and yet, some people seem undeterred. in the Fabled Middle Of Camp (tm), music blares and several picnic tables (whether they were there before or not is a mystery to everyone involved) in various states of

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[swornmyoaths]

Pyaa~ yo~

[haphazardace]

... you serious?! Damn, that's harsh, man.

[swornmyoaths]

Prr~rz.

[paws the deck of cards. c'mon, you can take another round, cancha?]

[haphazardace]

*EYES IT*

I'm on t'you.

[aneye4aneye]

...n...not again!

[haphazardace]

You're tellin' me. He ain't got any thumbs.

[aneye4aneye]

I didn't mean that!

[haphazardace]

S'all in the tail.

All in the tail.

[princessisyou]

Don' be too harsh on im now Lil' Dragopimp. He needs those Benjamins to keep his hookahs in line.

[haphazardace]

I ain't bettin' all that shit, now.

[princessisyou]

Good idea, cause at the rate you goin' boy, you wouldn' even have any hookahs left to bet.

[haphazardace]

Harsh, woman. You bein' harsh! Daddy's a smart one when it comes t'them Benjamins and his girls.

[climaxinside]

Hey.

[haphazardace]

'Sup, brotha. Shit, you best be watchin' out for that one.

[climaxinside]

What's with this organization?

[haphazardace]

What you playin' at?

[commander_bitch]

[READY FOR ACTION]

[... after applying the rest of his lipstick!]

[haphazardace]

... Bitch that hat was so ten days ago.

[commander_bitch]

So what? It looks good on me all year around. And it's bringin' in the money.

[haphazardace]

...

It ain't existed for a year, yo.