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rahnkahn2: "thunder rumbled through the still darkness of a williamsburg night. Sheets of rain beat down on the windows of appt 600D, the rythmic deluge and driving beat of thunderclaps complimenting the pulsating bass of Gil Mantera's Party Dream. His trudge through the cold, wet night had been a long one from his palace in the sky, but his was only made more ridiculous with each falling droplet's collision with his perfectly formed, ripped body. He smiled at the delightful thought of everyone's upturned gazes upon his magnificent carefully orchestrated entrance, as they cowled in fear at his sheer size while simultaneously in awe of the brilliance of his costume."
rahnkahn2 : He paused at the door, mentally preparing a terribly impaired mind for the night to come
rahnkahn2 : then, with the style and grace of a kramer-paris hilton cross breed he reached out, already belting out the words "Get up! Stand up! Be a Seoul Commander!" and turned the door knob. He was in. he surveyed the scene before him. In all honesty he couldnt possibly have prepared himself for festivities of that magnitude no matter how many 40 ounce beverages he consumed before hand. a small jew approached, head butted him, took 34 pictures of them together in the space of just 73 seconds and commented 'hey... is this sabbath? friday is a good day for sabbath.. get it?? je..." he shoved her aside and proceeded in""
cait smith OMG : "the next few hours were a blur. there were beautiful women, alcohol was flowing, bass was thumping, and spinning spinning spinning who, he wondered, is that lovely lass in the corner?"
cait smith OMG : continue plz
cait smith OMG : (the really southern lass with the really curly hair?)
rahnkahn2 : "her name, unimportant, he pushed past her causing her to spill her peppermint patty shot all down her chainmailesque rave attire.. the chocolately mess that became of her was none of his concern; he had spotted a truly magnificent creature passing through the ridiculous number of innebriates present. He had to meet this veritable goddess of ludwell, this Golden Hind. The hunt was on
rahnkahn2 : Using his enormity to full effect his barrelled towards her, following the flashes of her colourful attire through the crowd
rahnkahn2 : her back was to him... she was socializing with two men, lumberjacks perhaps although one could have been bruce springstein
rahnkahn2 : their shirts were off... tight abs and pround strong chests bared
rahnkahn2 : He paused, taken by a sudden fit of anxiety. He questioned himself... flashing back to prior failure, trying to remember what had made the few such successful hunts of his past victorious
rahnkahn2 : he doubted he could compete with their grizzled, manly beards
rahnkahn2 : defeated, he turned and began his retreat
rahnkahn2 : but again he paused
rahnkahn2 : inspired by a sudden realization of the baren waste land of their chests. yes... their complete lack of chest hair and diminutive stature... perhaps he had a chance
cait smith OMG : (also, lack of canadian flags)
rahnkahn2 : he spun on his heels and charged forward with renewed vigor
rahnkahn2 : his canadian flag billowing behind him
rahnkahn2 : he approached carefully, desperate to make an introduction devoid of any humbert humbert-like creepiness
cait smith OMG : BAHAHA
cait smith OMG : nicely done!
cait smith OMG : even though im older than you
rahnkahn2 : his size and aged appearence were against him, but he was filled with confidence by his superior wit, charming persona, gentle visage and captivating british accent
rahnkahn2 : the 13 inch dildo he had cunninly concealed within his trousers prior to venturing out that evening helped too
rahnkahn2 : "say... are those tits in your shirt? cuz.. id like to touch 'em" he blurted
rahnkahn2 : swiftly followed by a tirade of self-loathing profain exclamations
rahnkahn2 : "fuck fuck im sorry... i meant to say... hi...."
rahnkahn2 : he vomited
rahnkahn2 : "k bye"