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Post by Jacky on Mar 11, 2009 20:24:40 GMT
"Sure. When I'm eighty-five." I agree.
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Post by Daz on Mar 11, 2009 20:26:01 GMT
"You won't live 'till yer 85." I predict.
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Post by Jacky on Mar 11, 2009 20:27:19 GMT
"Shame, then we'll never have children." I pretend to be disappointed about that.
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Post by Daz on Mar 11, 2009 20:33:25 GMT
"You know, every time we have sex we're practially attempting to make one. It's a good thing we're not very... fertile."
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Post by Jacky on Mar 11, 2009 20:39:47 GMT
"Rum ruins that." I grin, "I love rum."
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Post by Daz on Mar 11, 2009 20:41:00 GMT
"You're terrible. One day you'll regret it."
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Post by Jacky on Mar 11, 2009 20:50:14 GMT
"Why on earth would I do that?" I smirk.
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Post by Daz on Mar 11, 2009 20:52:44 GMT
"Because your sad little life will amount to nothing. and you'll go to hell and be like 'Damnit! I wish someone remembered who the hell I am!'..."
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Post by Jacky on Mar 11, 2009 20:57:20 GMT
"They will, I don't need a child for that." I smirk.
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Post by Daz on Mar 11, 2009 20:58:36 GMT
"No, they will be way too busy talking about their own father." I grin.
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