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[dylan_patrick]

Oftentimes I do believe that life made an egregious error and gave me birth at the jolly old age of twenty. So that, on my upcoming twelfth birthday, I shall not be turning 12 but rather, 32. How very droll, Life. I am not unappreciative of what I have been given, rather I cherish the things with which I have been endowed. I do find, however,

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[twilightrobe]

Put it this way though, you're pretty sprightly for a thirty-two year old. And at least you don't go round wedding receptions in your speedos like some other thirty-two year old I could mention.

Hey, I don't s'pose anyone took pictures of Miss Fairchild on their phone? You could make some money off of that...

And a crack of thunder shall hail the anniversary of the birth of the molten Metal maiden all and sundry speak of in whispered tones, and her name is Lady Lydia...

[dylan_patrick]

But that was incredibly priceless!

You're fired, Tamm.

Oooh, I like that!

[twilightrobe]

Priceless, yes. That's definitely one word for it.

Do I get to be re-hired now?

[dylan_patrick]

Oh, alright. I suppose I can re-hire you, but you're on probation!

[twilightrobe]

Must not make "probe" joke...

[dylan_patrick]

Hahaha!