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Dec 01, 2006 01:38

My father has gone hunting over Thanksgiving weekend for the past number years and this year was no exception. Usually, he's back before I have to return to college, but this year he wasn't. I've been trying to get ahold of my home to ask if he shot anything and finally did tonight. It doesn't really surprise me as I'm usually the last to know ( Read more... )

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luna_casablanca December 1 2006, 17:45:21 UTC
How dare you mention that awful, awful, AWFUL fic without offering bleepka and bleach to wash it down?

Good luck with the "no fluffy precipitation thing."

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wyrdmuse December 2 2006, 20:44:00 UTC
I'm hoarding all of the bleepka and bleach for myself!

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luna_casablanca December 3 2006, 18:33:20 UTC
Thank goodness I have my own stash.

Still, do you want me to remind you of Little Miss Mary?

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Celebrian elzbethoktober December 1 2006, 21:52:44 UTC
Gawd. It was like a train wreck that you can't look away from. I think I'm scarred for life.

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drachenfang December 2 2006, 08:43:34 UTC
I had to jink fast to avoid that fic. Amen on the venison angle. I managed to grill up some marinated in italian dressing this year...mmmmmm . It's the best critter on Earth.

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wyrdmuse December 2 2006, 20:44:43 UTC
mmmm That sounds really good.

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