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In the Frame
The library door swung open, and Merrigan gagged on the smell of old blood.
‘What the...?’
There were exclamation marks, piles of exclamation marks lying dismembered across the desks. A cute talking dog whimpered in the corner, the green light of a reading lamp playing eerily over his broken limbs.
‘The Flashist militia. This is Bucho’s work.’
Deep in the Urinist enclave, a mobile vibrated.
‘They’re still after Bucho? Excellent. That gives us more time.’
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| So, is that our new name? Urinist? Well, how'd ya like that? |
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| Ha,haaaaaaaaaaa Very damn funny! |
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Comment by: karjon Online- 2008-02-28 07:59
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Excellent - laughing like a drain (and yes, it's just possible that a litle bit of wee came out - have to live up to our name).
Thanks for that, Ada - I'm still giggling.
Cheers
Karen |
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Deep in the Urinist enclave
just read it again and laughed my ass off.. again.
thanks. |
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ahaaHAHAAHAHAAahahahahaaa!
The library door swung open, and Merrigan gagged on the smell of old blood.
anyone want to write better? study the above sentence. |
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