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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
1/14/2016 10:58:13 PM
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*is still digging through the fridge*
At least I can make out with something.
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Ha! Those servant girls last night would say otherwise. Now. Seriously. What the hell are you doing?
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*I pull my head out of the fridge and look at you* Nothing important to you.
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Oh Come on ice cube. Let me see... [b]He goes over to the fridge and tries to look inside [/b]
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*I don't move over, and continue to dig around, tossing out a frozen child, suspicious looking rocks, and glowing green ham* Ice cube? Quite the witty one, aren't you?
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[b]He looks at the weird stuff your throwing out.[/b] Ya.... Was that an infant? Damn. Gotta throw some Montreal steak spice on that shit.
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*tosses back frozen steak spice, multiple spoons, and finally, I carry out a fogged up jar.* Finally.
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Oh no. Please tell me your not into Jar porn...
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The hell? No. Now could you pass the portable microwave?
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[b]He see's it. And hands it to you.[/b] Alright Jar porn. Here you go.
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... *microwaves it*
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Feel like I've heard that before....
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Really? Oh yeah, that was a, nevermind. By any chance have you been near a bar lately?
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*i pop the jar in the microwave and set it for 13.28 seconds* You seem really into nicknames...
