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[catlikesmile]

I'm back from jolly old England, fit as a fiddle and clean as a whistle and other such metaphors. I just got back from Home Depot with supplies for my next project. Before that, I went to my mother's to beg forgiveness for not being here on Mother's Day and present her with heaps of presents. I believe I'm in her good graces once again

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Gabe

[one_fry_short]

Good point. Plan a party, write a speech, help me with the wedding stuff and keep me sane. Well, by me standards.

Please keep this under your hat till she says 'yes' though. She might want to announce it. That might be the bride's thing.

You're going to prank him in thanks? Hmmm... Something involving a hookah...

Harrison

[catlikesmile]

If there was a way to mess with his hookah without him killing or disowning us... I think hookah is off-limits.

All right, I've got it. I'm going to need to go to Home Depot.

Gabe

[one_fry_short]

Home Depot? Whoa. Can I go? As long as you don't go tomorrow.

...Totally didn't mean to make all those sentences rhyme.

Harrison

[catlikesmile]

I might go tonight, actually.

Yes, you did. Don't lie about your rhyming.

Gabe

[one_fry_short]

Ooh, can I come? Gabe, can I come? Hey, Gabe, ooh, Gabe, can I come? Can I? Huh?

Dammit. You know me too well.

Harrison

[catlikesmile]

Okay, okay. You can come. I have no idea where to pick you up, though. Have you yet mastered the art of teleportation?

Gabe

[one_fry_short]

Alas, no. Not yet. I'm still working on building a time machine and a robot. Teleportation is number four on my to-do list.

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