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[king_of_mods]

so howard tried to cheer gregg up by playing some funky rick james tunes last night. i think he was a little into it, enough to get his seaweed shaking, but his heart weren't there. his heart's sunk at the bottom of black lake, nestled in that sea cave that was his home for... hey, how old are you, gregg? how long did you live in black lake

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[hangmanhelper]

you know what would cheer you up? come see me at my club tonight. we got some crazy girls in bondage gear, and drinks will be on the house for you. ditch that Howard guy and swing by. he's a pretty shitty boyfriend if he leaves you at home on a Friday night, right?

[magic_8balls]

women in straps, uh?

[hangmanhelper]

you know it, man. you wanna come? kicks off at midnight.

[magic_8balls]

thanks for the offer man -- i'll bring my bongos, and maybe rudi if he can get over looking like he's got an anaemic chihuahua where his door used to be.

[king_of_mods]

alright rich! maybe i'll bring by some photographs of all me old mates at the zoo, since you showed me that album of your dog. howard's got a late shift pushing paper, so just let me make sure gregg's not doing something suicidal and i'll slide on over.