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originally posted in:The Friends List
8/4/2014 2:24:44 AM
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The midpoint between suicidal and shitting rainbows. I'd say that's okay.
*Chugs remaining Dr. Pepper*
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Well then I'm okay, you might need a psych eval though. *refills Coke*
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Had one a few weeks back. Routine thing, really. Thank God for no probing!
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Why w- *watches Animal Control van rush by* Uhh...
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Nothing serious. Like I said. A routi- *Sees animal control people approaching* Oh, hell no.
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*sips Coke* Should we run?
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Nah. They're fat and lonely. We got time. *Gets refill*
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If you say so. *leans back in chair* Why do you need regular psych evals?
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Bit of a schizophrenic. Not too regular. Bout every few months. *Swigs drink* [spoiler]Funny thing is, I'm not even kidding[/spoiler]
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*reads spoiler* Well... shit. *watches Animal Control enter Burger King* Run now?
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Now is a good time to run. *Knocks over Animal control guys*
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*grabs car keys from the fat one* Time for a joyride.
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Haha. Oorah. *Steals gun off of the thin(ish) one* I got our protection!
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*climbs into driver's seat, hears growling* I'm afraid to turn around.
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*Turns around* Phew. Just a dog. The little fella's in a box. We'll be fine.
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*heavy sigh of relief* Here we go! *starts van, speeds away*
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*Shots fired* They're shooting at us! <No, not you!>
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Who are you yelling at?
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No one, no one at all. *Start firing again* Remember. We have to get this baby to 1.21 jigawatts, to power the flux capacitors! 88 miles per hour should do it!
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Got it. *activates nitrous*
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I've sent the date for November 26th, 1955! That sounds like a good place to start!
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Sounds good. *hits 88mph* Hold on to your lunch!
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*Rolls up window* Woahh!
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*van rumbles* Holy! *dog whines*
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*Van travels to November 26th, 1955* Jesus Christ! This thing actually worked!
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*holds dog* That was intense.
