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Post by Seven on Feb 24, 2009 16:08:59 GMT -5
"Ew..." I back off.
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Post by Rojo on Feb 24, 2009 16:15:16 GMT -5
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Post by Seven on Feb 24, 2009 16:18:32 GMT -5
Feeling like a germaphobe, I take off my shoe, and try to wipe off the goo on the floor.
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Post by Rojo on Feb 24, 2009 16:24:58 GMT -5
You scrape off most of the goop, but there's still that annoying mark left when you get something spilled on or the like.
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Post by Seven on Feb 24, 2009 20:53:24 GMT -5
Yah yah, whatever. I sit and think in Winni the Pooh position.
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Post by Rojo on Feb 25, 2009 6:25:00 GMT -5
You can almost hear Richard Sherman's voice in your head saying "Think think think..."
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Post by Seven on Feb 25, 2009 17:55:48 GMT -5
"Shut up!" I swat at the air. My god, I am going crazy....
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Post by Rojo on Feb 26, 2009 3:35:55 GMT -5
Scrabble....scribble...scribble...
More pencil scratching from the west wall.
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Post by Seven on Feb 26, 2009 8:51:58 GMT -5
I again try to tip toe to the west wall. I'm beginning to wonder if I'll ever know what's being scribbled.
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Post by Rojo on Feb 26, 2009 10:35:54 GMT -5
The scribbling stops the moment you stand up.
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Post by Seven on Feb 26, 2009 11:58:02 GMT -5
"i HATE YOU!" I suddenly shout at the wall from which I could hear the scribbling.
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Post by Rojo on Feb 26, 2009 12:43:42 GMT -5
The wall stares back at you, blank as a wall.
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Post by Seven on Feb 26, 2009 17:31:29 GMT -5
I shake my fist at thee.
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Post by Rojo on Feb 27, 2009 12:23:40 GMT -5
If the wall had fingers it would have flipped you the bird.
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Post by Seven on Feb 27, 2009 15:28:11 GMT -5
How rude! I gasp. I wonder if I can break that wall down...
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