Entry 06.

Jun 15, 2006 07:34

There comes a time when every dad's gotta tell his son 'bout life. 'bout the birds and the bees and the bees likin' the birds and the birds likin' the bees. Then there's the dads who decide to talk 'bout the bees likin' the bees, when their sons ask 'em what's the damn number for the pizza delivery guy. Lo, said the father, it is time. Thus, did he ( Read more... )

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killer_sunshine June 15 2006, 00:00:57 UTC
My parents were killed and I became an assassin. The end.

I don't want to know what you're doing with wriggling cucumbers.

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killer_sunshine June 15 2006, 02:15:00 UTC
Well, well Kurosaki-kun. Lucky you.

How did you get the displeasure of meeting them?

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protector_ofone June 15 2006, 07:15:55 UTC
Classmates.

One girl, one guy, both lovin' the goods on Inoue.

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killer_sunshine June 15 2006, 22:30:30 UTC
The girl you're protecting with a threat of the "bad touch?"

Ah. Lucky you.

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