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Screw you, City.
Oh my Jesus. Why. Why is it that I can go drinking with Rem and Mr. Preacher, and never have a problem. I go drinking with Vash, and that had to happen. At least the jackass didn't laugh at me.
{Edit} Hi, hole, haven't met you in a while. I brought a bulldozer this time to help out, because apparently I can't dig you deep enough on my own. Here's to to hoping a passing car will show me mercy.
((ooc: Meryl hates life.))
Oh my Jesus. Why. Why is it that I can go drinking with Rem and Mr. Preacher, and never have a problem. I go drinking with Vash, and that had to happen. At least the jackass didn't laugh at me.
{Edit} Hi, hole, haven't met you in a while. I brought a bulldozer this time to help out, because apparently I can't dig you deep enough on my own. Here's to to hoping a passing car will show me mercy.
((ooc: Meryl hates life.))