May 1, 2008 · 1:23 am
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B. C. E.

🙂

Can’t complain.

Although, y’know, in some ways it was almost too easy.

Hmm.

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4 Responses to B. C. E.

  1. Bob the Mediocre
    May 4, 2008 at 6:16 pm

    Nice.
    But what did the lichens ever do to you?

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  2. teigan
    May 4, 2008 at 6:56 pm

    Possible response #1: It’s a long, long, long story.
    PR #2: Well, quite.

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  3. wortwut
    May 4, 2008 at 11:34 pm

    But cause effects?
    Bastards cunts effwits?
    Bovine Cpongiform Encephalopathy?
    Barns can’t explain?
    I suppose I shall never know.

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  4. teigan
    May 5, 2008 at 8:12 am

    [Bovine Cpongiform Encephalopathy?]
    Heh!
    Barns can’t explain.
    Like the man almost said: “Can’t explain, can’t complain.”
    (Maybe if he had a sense that you really wanted to know, m’dear..)

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