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Post by Race on Mar 15, 2008 18:24:45 GMT -5
"yes!" Max said.
Race attacked the thing of ice cream.
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Post by Brooklyn on Mar 15, 2008 18:35:45 GMT -5
Spot was too high to care. He was still seeing clouds.
Trey just stared at Race.
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Post by Race on Mar 15, 2008 19:26:25 GMT -5
Race fell into the bucket,disappearing at the top.
Max shook his head, "Ya bum," he said smirking,ruffling Spot's hair.
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Post by Brooklyn on Mar 15, 2008 19:34:18 GMT -5
Trey walked over to the ice cream bucket and looked down into it, cocking his head to the side.
Spot finished his ice cream and layed back down, pulling the covers up close around his neck.
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Post by Race on Mar 15, 2008 20:05:53 GMT -5
Race was covered in Ice cream, "NOT HEALTHY!" he yelled,trying to get out of it.
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Post by Brooklyn on Mar 15, 2008 20:06:59 GMT -5
Trey pulled Race out of the bucket.
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Post by Race on Mar 21, 2008 14:52:51 GMT -5
"Thanks." Race said, "Now I'm sticky...dis ain' normal.."
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Post by Brooklyn on Mar 21, 2008 15:21:12 GMT -5
Trey laughed. "Ya got me sticky..."
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Post by Race on Mar 22, 2010 17:56:22 GMT -5
Race licked his arm, "I's taste good dough," he continued licking himself.
Max stared, his eyes widening, "Uh-huh...dats natural....eatin' yaself."
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Post by Brooklyn on Mar 22, 2010 19:14:14 GMT -5
Trey shook out his hair like a dog, spraying more ice cream onto Race, then laughing.
Spot stared off at the wall. "Giant chicken..." he said wide-eyed, then fell back in the bed.
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