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Old picture but OMG MAGIC WATER THAT PREVENTS WET SWEATERS.
Magic water. Fancy!
I'm kinda thirsty now.
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Old picture but OMG MAGIC WATER THAT PREVENTS WET SWEATERS.
Magic water. Fancy!
I think you're just dehydrated from last night.![]()
Old picture but OMG MAGIC WATER THAT PREVENTS WET SWEATERS.
Magic water. Fancy!
I'm kinda thirsty now.
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Me! I really need a shave and some sun.
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Old picture but OMG MAGIC WATER THAT PREVENTS WET SWEATERS.
Old picture but OMG MAGIC WATER THAT PREVENTS WET SWEATERS.
*fights urge to make wet t-shirt comment*
Well, shit, you've already made the jump into the Dark Lord's terrain and set the thread on Warp 9 for Creepyville, so go on, go nuts. You've bridged the chasm. There's no reason to get coy.
My feet!... i dont own a matching pair![]()
And here's the worlds tallest building...
That's so over the line, it's a dot on the horizon.
^ To set the scene, Sean Connery is still Bond. He's trying to give his bosses the slip, as he has some top level tiffin to attend to. But as he downs his third vodka martini he spies Mr Holdfast making his way across the lawn toward him.
Well, shit, you've already made the jump into the Dark Lord's terrain and set the thread on Warp 9 for Creepyville, so go on, go nuts. You've bridged the chasm. There's no reason to get coy.
We're fortunate enough to have a crazy hot female poster who looks deliciously fuckable. And I volunteer.
*awaits Tights' restraining order*
^ To set the scene, Sean Connery is still Bond. He's trying to give his bosses the slip, as he has some top level tiffin to attend to. But as he downs his third vodka martini he spies Mr Holdfast making his way across the lawn toward him.
"Mr Bond?"
"Yesh?"
"Err.....M wants a word with you. It's about th..."
"The Russiansh?"
"Err.....yes. They're at it again. And one of our submarines has gone missing in the Baltic".
*sigh* "Shophie? I'm jusht nipping out for a while. No need to get dresshed".
*Mr Holdfast mops his brow as Bond holsters his gun and reaches for his jacket*
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^ To set the scene, Sean Connery is still Bond. He's trying to give his bosses the slip, as he has some top level tiffin to attend to. But as he downs his third vodka martini he spies Mr Holdfast making his way across the lawn toward him.
"Mr Bond?"
"Yesh?"
"Err.....M wants a word with you. It's about th..."
"The Russiansh?"
"Err.....yes. They're at it again. And one of our submarines has gone missing in the Baltic".
*sigh* "Shophie? I'm jusht nipping out for a while. No need to get dresshed".
*Mr Holdfast mops his brow as Bond holsters his gun and reaches for his jacket*
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Holdfast, what is the hat made of, cotton, linen, or straw?
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