At this point, I'm literally made of 151.
My friends are all, like, “are you gonna die of alcohol poisoning?”, and I'm, like, “you're not even in my will, so don't ask.”
Why's my skin all clammy?
Why does my keyboard have so many buttons that I don't use, like F11, and Prt Scr/SysRq? Bill Gates is weird
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::is wicked::
LOVE that icon!
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Last bit is up, it's finished--at least this set of stories is. I'm working on a transition piece into some lighter stuff (I wasn't kidding about the alien sex!pollen).
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And....what...WAT???????
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Eeek! Satan-cat!
::runs away::
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