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Post by Aunt Diana Rigg as Narrator on Mar 29, 2024 11:38:57 GMT 10
![](https://fod-wp-media-library.s3-accelerate.amazonaws.com/2021/10/Olenna.0.gif) Are you serious? My agonizing over those last batch of drinks and all the calculations I spent so much time on trying to deduce where to place the last bribes actually worked? I beyond shocked at this point. And my work thread is now a masterpiece of mastery and not just ridiculously meticulous musings I thought were all for not. I am seriously in awe that the final batch I did and distributed worked out, I'm a fucking genius. Oh but my dear pretty boys, good luck to you both in whatever this spooning is. If it's actual spooning, as husbands I think you can both get out of it or something.
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Post by Aunt Diana Rigg as Narrator on Mar 29, 2024 11:40:24 GMT 10
Also, I am so deep in shock I can not spell or write words correctly. It's probably from the sips of booze I took of each glass, or the cigarettes were laced in something because I smoked every one of them in my nervousness.
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Post by Robert as Irrelevant Trumpeter on Mar 29, 2024 11:41:06 GMT 10
Wait, we weren't supposed to eat the cigarettes?
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Post by Chris as Ebenezer Scrooge on Mar 29, 2024 11:41:44 GMT 10
Why am I always on the edge of death??
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Post by Vanessa as Camille LeClaire on Mar 29, 2024 11:42:32 GMT 10
I'll leave the game needing to have my lungs and liver checked.
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Post by Robert as Irrelevant Trumpeter on Mar 29, 2024 11:42:42 GMT 10
Sees Manure Boy
[Trumpeter frowns]
Surely we've already had Summer, Once Again, right?
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Post by Chris as Ebenezer Scrooge on Mar 29, 2024 11:44:05 GMT 10
I have a board with unread messages that I can't open.
Am I in hell? Is this Satan's plan for my eternal torture?
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