ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-ONE

[tehpuck]

Honestly. Is it midnight yet? Spending the entire day smelling of milk wasn't particularly my intent. And before anyone feels it their mission in life to point out that I could have simply avoided this grievous injustice done to my hair and completion, I'll point out that only barbarians do not wash themselves, and after a rather strenuous night

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[bangyoudead]

Now de question is, if you hate de smell so much, why didn't you go wash it off in a non-plumbing connected water source, no?

[tehpuck]

Because then I'd have to brave this wide world looking less than my normal stellar self, and what kind of precedent would that set, honestly? To say nothing of the irrepressible wounds it'd deal my reputation.

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[bangyoudead]

If your reputation gon' crumble from one milkshake-covered hair 'do then I guess I don' got nothin' to offer back, homme.

[tehpuck]

My reputation will crumble sometime after mankind does, I assure you. Though that hardly means I'll enjoy the idea of walking around any less than my best, mind you and your opinions.

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[bangyoudead]

I don' got no opinions on you 'sides you get pretty riled up 'bout milk.

[tehpuck]

As would anyone in their right mind if they had dairy product unceremoniously dumped on them before dawn.

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[bangyoudead]

Une histoire tragique. Good for you de clock moves on, no?

[tehpuck]

Vraiment. Yes, luckily, time continues to trudge on as it ever does.