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Post by Jacky on Nov 25, 2007 18:44:22 GMT
" Do the movements!" I encourage.
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Post by Daz on Nov 25, 2007 18:45:29 GMT
I repeat the song and do them, but Dazza dosnt describe it because that's quite difficult and confusing  |
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Post by Jacky on Nov 25, 2007 18:49:07 GMT
I applaud proudly. "You're the best!" I smirk and sit down on my matress. The drugs are making me feel drowsy.
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Post by Daz on Dec 2, 2007 19:52:24 GMT
"I want to *do* something." I decide, leaning against the wall... "Y'know.. like.. something spectacular."
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Post by Jacky on Dec 2, 2007 20:44:35 GMT
"Cartwheels?" I suggest with a grin.
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Post by Daz on Dec 2, 2007 20:53:38 GMT
I take a long drag and then look at him, "No.. I mean like.. something different. We do cartwheels all the time."
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Post by Jacky on Dec 2, 2007 20:55:17 GMT
"We can go out and rob a store." I suggest.
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Post by Daz on Dec 2, 2007 21:07:21 GMT
"Not that kinda different. I mean like.. change the woooorld.. different."
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Post by Jacky on Dec 2, 2007 21:09:00 GMT
"We could kill the president?" I laugh.
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Post by Daz on Dec 2, 2007 21:11:35 GMT
"Why does everything come back to crime with you?" I giggle
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