IVRCLHAH |
Is Vader retreating? 'Cause Luke has a headache.
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(Russ)
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DEEEUAO |
Do e's expect extra? Undoubtedly another occupier.
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(Miss Murder [[stupid e's]])
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Does Earth ever examine Uranus's asstronomical orbit?
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(UranRuss)
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BVEFAH |
Be very elated, folks! Alberto's history!
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(tiptoe39 happy)
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Betty, Veronica.. envious for Archie's heart.
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(dolphinfan)
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Burgers, Velveeta, even fries aren't healthful.
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(Amelia's diet)
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Buying Viagra ensures floppies are hard.
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(Russ)
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Being vegan enrages family around holidays.
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(Russ)
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Big volume emerges from afros, huh?
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(Russ)
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Blood vessels evenutally fail. Arteries harden.
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(Russ' b-day next week...feeling old)
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Becoming very elderly? Find a hobby!
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(tommie to Russ)
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EIURNSRN |
End it. Upsetting, really. Now stupid. Really, now!
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(Miss Murder [[be upfront, stupid.]])
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Even if Uranus rotates, nothing's showing right now.
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(Russ [#*%($)#])
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DAPDARI |
Does anyone purposely die?... A real idiot...
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(Miss Murder [[wants to be murdered]])
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Do another please. Do another, Russ insists.
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(Russ)
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AHLBIEE |
Ah hah! Like bombs, Internet Explorer explodes!
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(Russ)
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Adam hated little bitch invading Eden's excellence.
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(Russ)
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Apparently "Hellishly Lucious Black" is Elvira's eyeshadow.
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(tiptoe39 in the cosmetics aisle)
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A hot Latin band is exceptionally engaging.
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(Amelia - ¡arríba!)
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Alit hindends, lightening bugs illuminate every evening.
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(dolphinfan)
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HARACROR |
Headaches are really a "convenient" refusal of romance.
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(dolphinfan)
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Harlequins Are Really Author's Creative Renderings Of Romance.
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(jayneaire, dolphinfan's wife)
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Harry and Ron actively chased Riddle. Oh really?
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(Amelia Potter)
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ETVAMEE |
Extra Terrestrials visit and make Earth explode.
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(Russ' grim prophecy)
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Eat the vitamins and make everything energized!
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(Dr. Amelia)
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Ever take Valium and mimic experiencing excitement?
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(dolphinfan)
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EEHRHEN |
Es everywhere! Help! Russ's had E - nuff!
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(Russ)
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Early edition headline reads hurricane eradicates Nassau!
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(dolphinfan)
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UCTMATD |
Understand, caring takes much attention & tedious devotion.
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(Miss Murder [[feels accomplished.]])
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UranRuss cant turn me against this distraction.
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(Miss Murder [[loves Russ.]])
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Unusual circumstances today makes Alaska tommie's destination!
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(tommie in Seattle, leaving for Alaska)
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Under control temperment might alter towards dumb-asses.
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(dolphinfan)
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Up creek? Try maybe always treading downstream.
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(Russ' philosophy)
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IGYOIFEO |
I'm going, "Yay!" or I'm flipping everyone off.
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(Russ, bipolar)
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Interesting... 'Grasshopper', 'Yeast', 'Oriental'... i'm feeling 'Exciting Onyx'...
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(Miss Murder [[is painting her bedroom and it took forever for her color chart to load]])
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I'm getting Yerba-mate on ice, for energy, obviously.
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(Miss Murder [[has spent too much time at the tea house]])
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I'm getting Yerba-mate on ice, for energy, obviously.
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(Miss Murder [[has spent too much time at the tea house]])
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If God yodels, oh, it fucks Earth's orbit!
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(Russ)
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I'll get you oranges in Florida, expect oodles!
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(dolphinfan)
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RVWJOOE |
Rear view windows just overload our eyes.
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(Russ [keep going forward])
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NEIIANM |
NERDs enter in intimate and natural moments.
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(Amelia... just a second, honey...)
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BUEEGM |
Beware! Uranus emerges & Earth goes mad.
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(UranRuss)
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Butt - ugly elephants emerged, giggling maliciously.
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(Amelia's nightmare)
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EHRRDLD |
Ever higher, Russ remembers, "Don't look down".
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(Russ)
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Everyone here respects Russ, despite little differences!
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(tommie)
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PTNVOET |
Part time nuns voted off Entertainment Tonight.
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(Russ)
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Popeye's taste never varied; Olive enjoyed that!
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(tommie)
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Perhaps the Napa Valley only excites tourists.
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(...not natives like Amelia)
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DAOHSEA |
Delicious. Ahhh. Oh hmm. Smells enjoyable. Absolutely.
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(Miss Murder [[enjoying apple pie]])
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During aerobics, obese housewives shake enormous asses!
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(dolphinfan)
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TENAENS |
Teens eschew niceties and enjoy naughty shenanigans.
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(Amelia, maiden aunt.)
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Tell everybody, NERDs: An entry's needed, stat!
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(Amelia)
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Ten... eh... nine and eight. Now seven.
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(Russ, NASA candidate)
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BROAB |
Big Russ: our acronym boss!
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(tommie)
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Beast's romantic overatures attracted Beauty.
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(dolphinfan)
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(Blush) Really only a baby.
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(Russ humbly enters)
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