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You know....

I remember this one time where I was talking to Nick and I was like... "Nick. Quit being dumb."
Then I remembered this other time when I was talking to Nick and I said... "Nick. Shut up."
But that wasn't nearly as memorable as the time I said to Nick... "Nick, you smell like dung and I loathe the thought of your very pointless existance."

Hey Toxi, remember... a grenade a day will keep the guppy away. And that there is an Oracle living on Plasmatarian. And dang it's cold here. And yeah... we blow stuff up. And sure, I've seen it plenty of times on my way to the poor side. And no little Timmy, he's not classy or refined (currently doing the Conga up a mountain path in the hopes the the landereds will dive in the volcano after him. Even though it's not likely to even be an active volcano because that would make it even more thoroughly ironic. But whatever.)


That's about it for my thoughts for the Night. I guess I'll just leave on one note. Freshmen rule. Of course, not the kind at Highschool, they suck. I mean college ones do.

-Quinn The Mighty Freakin' Eskimo

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