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Post by Lucian Verdus on Nov 28, 2009 21:25:09 GMT -5
Granted. The majority of people, including yourself, are killed in transit to said party, and only a few people show up. The person bringing the bulk of the food was among the deceased, and they happened to die in a food-obliterating explosion. So, everyone just sits around looking dejected for most of the party, but the venue is quite amazing and one can't help but enjoy it, so they try to party anyway.
Mildly disappointing.
I wish for endless knowledge that doesn't necessarily have to end in a brain aneurism.
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Post by Maku on Nov 30, 2009 3:52:56 GMT -5
Granted: You get a brain tumor though.
I wish that everyone on this site could meet in real life at a get-together sort of thing. (Weather permitting)
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Post by Alexandria Lang on Nov 30, 2009 12:14:30 GMT -5
Granted. We all turn out to be obese, greasy old men who haven't showered in weeks. After the initial greetings, we all sit around in awkward silence as we wonder where in hell our lives went. The pitiful attempts at conversation only serve to increase our discomfort, and after about an hour we all shuffle off on our separate ways, never to speak of it again.
I wish I had a box of cookies.
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Post by Lucian Verdus on Nov 30, 2009 17:07:31 GMT -5
Granted. They're "special" cookies, though, and you stumble around like a pants-on-head retard until the cops pick you up.
I wish for more dakka.
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