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April 15th: Tax Day. Culmination of a period of severe widespread anxiety, a.k.a. The Busy Season.
April 16th: Mojito time.
Huge, purple, rhinoceroid monster at a table near the closet, looking wearily self-satisfied. Happily, what with the tail, he's gotten a short stool in lieu of a chair. How it's supporting his weight, the mun does not know.
[[OOC: If you wish the Snorklewacker to manifest one of your pup's anxieties, for great crack, you MUST contact the mun, by AIM, e-mail, or PM. If all you want to do is chat and/or gawk, that's cool, too.]]
{hugetag: the Giant Purple Snorklewacker, Adrian Shephard}
April 16th: Mojito time.
Huge, purple, rhinoceroid monster at a table near the closet, looking wearily self-satisfied. Happily, what with the tail, he's gotten a short stool in lieu of a chair. How it's supporting his weight, the mun does not know.
[[OOC: If you wish the Snorklewacker to manifest one of your pup's anxieties, for great crack, you MUST contact the mun, by AIM, e-mail, or PM. If all you want to do is chat and/or gawk, that's cool, too.]]
{hugetag: the Giant Purple Snorklewacker, Adrian Shephard}